Alex
By Whiteboiwife.
Part 1: Alex Becomes the Example
Coach Carter sighed heavily as he stood in front of his college sex education class. He stood perfectly still in thought, his heavy, hairy frame held firmly on his size 14 feet. As he looked over the room of 18-year-old men, the class bell rang overhead. Taking a moment as the class continued to chatter, the gruff, 50-year-old, burly man looked down at the desk where he had set the education notice. The post read,
‘Effective Immediately: All sex education programs are required to teach same-sex sex education.’
He rolled his eyes. This was bull shit. This diversity nonsense was getting out of hand. Spending time off the field to teach health education class already chapped his ass, but now he had to teach these scabs about fag sex. They’d only been out of high school for a summer, and he had a hard enough time dealing with the lot.
His eyes fell on Alex, who sat quietly near the windows. The frail young adult wearing a skintight green polo and rainbow bracelet was one of those fags. He had become all too familiar with the student over the months. He couldn’t catch a ball, didn’t have the upper body to climb a rope, and ran like a pansy. This notice came down from the school board and clearly had nothing to do with him, but those nasty pervs were everywhere, and this boy was one of them.
Well, if I have to teach this nonsense, we are going to do it my way, Carter thought to himself.
“Alright, class, settle down!” Carter belted, and the room slowly fell silent. The room of rough young men was mostly full of members of one of his sports teams. A few of the coach’s top-performing members sat in the front row.
Chad, Michael, and Devon were real men, unlike Alex. Each of them was a leading figure on the football and basketball teams. He chuckled to himself. He was also aware that all three of them had fucked every one of the cheerleaders as soon as they got on campus.
He only knew this because he had to intervene when multiple cheerleaders repeatedly failed to show up throughout the year due to “illness.” Fuck illness, the bitches were pregnant. Of course, nothing ever came of it. The girls’ parents wouldn’t burden the boys with parental responsibility, causing the small-town college’s lead football team to suffer. “Today we’re going to discuss fag sex.” An almost unified look of shock and disgust fell over the room. All except Alex, who pretended not to notice the coach’s rough language, “The woke board is forcing my hand, here. I know damn well none of you are getting cocks shoved up your asses!”
“Hell no!” Michael shouted. The white stud caused the room to laugh. Chad slapped him on his back.
“You’re too busy shoving your cocks into pussies, am I right?” The boys cheered and hollered. Coach Carter’s eyes fell on Alex, who was nervously staring out the window. He sure didn’t speak up. How many men did he let fuck him already? Did he have a used-up fag-hole now? The coach laughed to himself. “Well, there are some among us who do engage in homosex…”
“Alex!” Someone from the back shouted, and the room roared with laughter again. Alex tried to ignore them and pretended to write in a notebook on his desk.
“Settle down.” The coach waved his hands in the air, and the room slowly quieted down. “So, to start, as I’m sure you’re all aware, fag-sex is when two faggots get together and shove their dicks in each other’s assholes. Hurts like a bitch, I’m sure.” The coach grabbed a rope, pulling down a chart depicting a cartoonish image of male anatomy, with all parts labeled. Taking a yardstick from his desk, he pointed to the image of the penis. “What is this, class?”
“A cock.” Chad shouted.
“A dick!” Someone else chimed in.
“Both correct. There are many names for it, and they come in all shapes and sizes.”
“Mine’s a fucking hog!” Devon interjected. “Seven inches all the way around and at least nine inches long!” The coach laughed.
“We know, we’ve all seen you in the locker room, Devon!” Coach loved it when the young men knew their skills, “I’m sure Alex noticed more than the rest of us.” The boys laughed, causing Alex to squirm in my seat. The frail gay man tried to ignore the room as best he could, but they were right. How couldn’t he? Devon was a 6-foot-tall black man with a rock-hard body and definition in every muscle. He was well endowed and not at all afraid to show it. Alex gulped.
“As I was saying,” The coach continued, “They come in all shapes and sizes, but for real men like us and like Devon here,” The dark-skinned man flexed in his seat, “They are always big! I know for a fact some of you, other than just Devon, are swinging some massive tools!”
“Mine is a rock-hard ten inches!” A man in the back shouted, “I’m not as thick as Devon, but my girl sure does throw a bitch fit every time I put it in her cunt.” The bows laughed.
“I’m sure she does!” The coach pointed out, “But we are not talking about real men today, we are talking about queers. Not the bitch dykes but the boy fags. Faggots, homos, queers, whatever word you want to call them, all have one thing in common.” Carter paused. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Alex squirming in his seat. “Can you tell me what that is, Alex?” The teen perked up, unsure of how to reply. He looked at the classroom full of men and felt himself shrink. He tried to speak, but words failed to emerge. The coach shrugged, “They all have tiny dicks!”
“How tiny?” Chad asked. The coach again turned to the blonde man, shifting awkwardly in his seat.
“How tiny, Alex?” He asked. Again, the man couldn’t find the words. “Come on, Alex, education is a team effort. Clearly, this room, myself included, weren’t unfortunate enough to be, how do you queers put it?… born this way?” A few of the men laughed, “So tell us, Alex, how big is your dick?”
“I don’t…” Alex muttered, “I.. I’ve never measured it.” It was an obvious lie, and Coach Carter knew it. Of course, he did. What boy hadn’t measured themselves at some point? Even a queer. If he wants to do it the hard way, that’s fine. “Alex, stand up and come to the front of the class.” A hush fell over the room of students as they watched Alex look around, unsure how to handle the situation. “I said, come to the front!”
Unable to find a way out, Alex relented and made his way to the front. The small few feet near Coach Carter’s desk suddenly felt like the football fields he hated so much.
Alex, the lanky 18-year-old with bright blue eyes and sandy brown hair, stood awkwardly with his head bowed, unable to look the room of men or his coach in the face. He tried his best to not only conceal his embarrassment but also the small boner forming in his pants. All this talk of dicks and cocks was getting to him.
“Coach, what do you need me for?” Alex asked, his voice trembling slightly. The coach looked the younger man up and down. He was tired of this woke garbage the school board was trying to shove down his throat. If they wanted him to teach fag sex, then that is just what he was going to do. He’d give the class and Alex an education they wouldn’t soon forget.
“I need you to help me with the lesson plan today, seeing as you are the only homo in the class.” The coach pointed out, “How do these woke bitches on the board expect me to teach a subject that no real man knows anything about? I guess it’s a blessing we have a real live faggot in our class today, isn’t it, men?” The room didn’t know how to react to that one.
“Sir,” Alex squirmed about where he stood, “It’s really not appropriate to use all these words. They aren’t…”
“Politically correct?” the coach cut him off, “Fuck politically correct! How can I do my job and teach these men if I can’t be honest and real?” The coach swatted Alex’s butt with the yardstick, causing him to fix his posture. “Okay, Alex, I’m going to need you to strip!”
“What?” Alex almost shouted. The men looked around at one another, unsure whether what they had heard was real. Coach Carter stood his ground.
“I said strip.” The coach repeated, “I asked you how big your dick was earlier, and you couldn’t tell me, so we are going to measure it today.”
Alex’s eyes widened in shock. Was this really happening? “What? No. Coach, I can’t do that! It’s embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing? Aren’t you queers all about pride or some shit? Slap a rainbow on the thing and wave it around the room!” Carter waved his hand through the air. Alex stood about a foot lower than him, “You have stripped before these men many times in the locker rooms. And let’s be real, they have more to be worried about being stared down by your queer eyes than you do of them!” The coach threw his hands over the room. Some of the men agreed.
“I’ve seen him checking out my cock tons of times!” Someone shouted.
“He can’t get enough of my monster!” A Mexican student shouted from next to the window. A few of the men whistled and grabbed their crotches. Alex pretended not to look, but the coach knew better. Carter shook his head.
“I know for a fact the little queer is jerking it in the bathroom stall listening to me piss!” Chad hissed. Alex wanted to defend himself; he had never done that! But Chad hated him, and his glare told Alex to remain quiet.
“I’m disgusted. That’s sexual harassment, Alex.” The coach stated as a matter of fact. “Why would you treat these innocent men like that? Now, if you don’t want me to turn you into the school principal for sexual misconduct myself, then I suggest you remove your clothes.”
The blue-eyed man looked over the class. There wasn’t a single one of them who cared to get him out of this. They were enjoying his suffering. Alex closed his eyes for a moment, hoping it was all a bad dream, yet the classroom refused to disappear. The coach crossed his arms. Slowly, Alex began to pull off his shirt, revealing his pale, thin torso beneath.
“God damn, he looks like this bitch I fucked two weeks ago.” Chad laughed. The coach nodded in agreement. Not only was Alex a fair-skinned, thin male, but he was damn near hairless.
“Many faggots bodies look more effeminate than ours due to a lack of testosterone.” He stated, “Some think that’s why they always have to be filled with dicks! They are trying to get back some of that missing masculinity.”
The men laughed. All the while, Alex had dropped his pants and kicked them to his side. He looked up to the coach, who stared back.
“Keep going.” He muttered. Alex’s face contorted. This wasn’t right. Hesitantly, he pulled his bowers at his side, causing the elastic band to stretch. Gravity did the rest from there.
The room broke out in hysterics as Alex’s soft cock barely pointed out from his waist. Two tiny white balls rested underneath, about the same size. The coach almost broke, but covered his mouth, trying his best to be professional. The poor man’s small erection that had started to build had almost immediately disappeared as the humiliation and attention fell to him.
“It’s so fucking small!” Chad shouted. Grabbing his own crotch, he laughed, “One of my nuts alone is bigger than that clit dick!”
“And it’s so hairless!” Someone else pointed out.
“I think queers like this are called twinkies of some queer shit like that!” Michael interjected. The coach loved seeing the students engaged in teaching their peers.
“It looks more like a Vienna sausage than a dick!” A voice emerged from the crowd. The room of men couldn’t contain their laughter.
Coach Carter also chuckled. “Oh, you guys are far more advanced than I thought! This Faggot has a pitiful little worm between his legs, as you can already tell.” The coach explained. Now that he was crying, Alex put his hands together in front of his minuscule genitalia. He was struck with the stick by the coach.
“Hands at your side, Faggot!” The coach growled, and Alex obeyed, “Take a look, boys! It appears to be more of a clit than a dick, just like Chad said!” Even small, everybody could see that it was far too little to ever fuck a girl, even if he had wanted to. He surely didn’t. The mere idea of sticking his penis into a vagina made Alex want to vomit. But now the poor man just wished he would die.
“Coach…” The blonde pleaded, but his words fell on deaf ears.
Coach Carter began, “As you know, I have a reputation for being straightforward and honest with my team. I don’t mince words and put everything on the line with all this woke shit. Faggots are one of the main things you need to be on the lookout for on this or any other campus!
“Young jocks with good looks and muscle like you will constantly be the target of faggots and queers.” Carter continued, “Additionally, I don’t want you to succumb to their vile, repulsive, and perverse bullshit!” He pointed towards Alex, “You may not think it’s true, but I know many a young man who has fallen victim to faggots like this! They shake their little fag cunts and next thing you know the real men are gone.”
“No fucking way, coach!” The other boys nodded when one of the attractive men in the front row yelled in a manly tone.
Another added, “No faggot is touching me… I’ll kill the fucker.” The coach laughed at the idea. Men had every right to defend themselves.
Alex wanted to disappear so badly. He felt the coach’s yardstick lightly swatting him in the back, keeping his attention focused. Looking over the crowd, Alex couldn’t help but notice Chad, Devon, and Michael. Their swollen bodies were barely concealed beneath their clothes. Their pants were bulging, threatening to burst at any moment. Alex shook the thought from his mind. This wasn’t the time!
“Yes, boys, but sometimes it’s hard to tell when a filthy, cock sucking, tiny faggot is stalking you. On campus, there is a kid who acts like your friend, all buddy, and possibly even works out with you, but he constantly tries to get into your pants. He wants to put his mouth, hands, and hole all around your large piece of fuck meat!”
“We know who they are!” Chad said, looking at Alex in his eyes, “They are all lispy with weak wrists and pussy ass walks.” Alex began to turn red.
“Unfortunately, that isn’t always the case. Believe it or not, through some fucked up shit, some fags actually look like everyday men. Alex, here isn’t a good example.” The coach swatted Alex with the stick, causing him to jump.
“I’m not trying to scare you. You have nothing to fear when it comes to a pathic cocksucker. I just want to make you aware that these depraved faggots are everywhere. Queers are like that. Getting cock is all they can think about! They are the most repulsive creatures on the planet. PAY ATTENTION, CUNT!” The coaches suddenly, aggressive tone startled Alex, causing the boy to piss himself nearly. He was trying to zone out as best he could.
“Philip,” the Coach called to a student sitting in the back, “how big does your prick hang flaccid?”
As the room turned to face him, an adorable 18-year-old jock in the second row reddened a little. “Seven and a half inches, Sir.” The guys applauded, and a few gave Philip pats on his back, “It reaches about 9 and a half hard.”
“How about you, Richard?”
A gorgeous foreign exchange student from New Zealand grinned. “Mine hangs seven inches with another inch of foreskin that the bitches love to suck.”
Coach grinned and nodded. “You see. And the faggot clit dick hangs here at about… well, let’s see, shall we!” The coach handed him the yardstick, “Measure it.”
Alex took the long wooden rod and held it as best he could up to his tiny, flaccid dick. The blonde didn’t say a word. Carter leaned in to look at the measurement and laughed to himself,
“ONE FUCKING INCH!” The room burst into laughter. A few tears began to fall Alex’s face. With a swift move, the coach yanked in the yardstick back, “You see, boys, most homos have tiny, sad excuses for dicks!”
“My girlfriend’s sister has a clit bigger than that shit!” Chad shouted, and the room roared. The jock was well known for banging siblings whenever he got the chance. Some of the men were laughing so hard that tears were streaking their faces. Others secretly couldn’t wait to get the queer alone to have a little fun! And somehow, Alex knew it.
The coach finally felt like he was in his element. It had been ages since he had the chance to call out a faggot’s nonsense, and the pleasure was rising. He sure knew how to treat faggots, and the jocks admired him for it. But the foul language on the football field was nothing compared to this. Alex tried to grab at his clothes, but Carter stopped him, “We aren’t done here. This faggot is going to teach us all about fag-sex education! That’s why we’re here today, right, boys?”
The class began to cheer and holler.
“Now, boy, let’s be fair,” The coach said with a laugh. A wicked smile began to grow, “Some men are growers. Their fuck meat can double or triple in size!” The man ran his finger and thumb across the dirty stubble of his sun-damaged chin, “I doubt that’s the case with Alex here, as three times the size, it would still only be 3 inches. “But,” he swatted Alex with the yardstick across the ass, “for the sake of education…” Alex, get it hard!” The young man stared at the coach in horror. He couldn’t do this! The gay blonde looked at the door that led to the main hall of Building G. He thought for a moment that just maybe he could run. But he knew the coach, and a room of fit and trained men stood between him and his escape. He was trapped.
*****
Part 2
Coach Carter stood over the naked 18-year-old blonde who waited helplessly before the room of jocks and other students.
Alex couldn’t understand how he wound up here. It was just like any other day. He came to school, tried his best to stay silent, was shoved into a locker a few times, tripped while walking down the hall, and attended each of his classes. It was a normal day for an openly gay young adult!
That was until the third period, when the school coach had him strip to help him explain same-sex sex ed to his fellow straight students. He looked down at his own naked body, frail and almost pink. It wasn’t anything like the other class men who had firm muscular torsos, veiny biceps and forearms, broad quarterback shoulders, and luscious hairy asses you could just eat all day…
Alex snapped himself out of his imagination. This was not the time for perving over the straight boys who would kick his ass if given the chance, and had on multiple occasions! The blonde gay man was now dealing with the coach and a room of men demanding that he get an erection.
“Get it hard, get it hard!” The men in the room began to chant. Alex looked out among them. Normally imaging these strong muscular jocks and their incredible cocks in the privacy of his bedroom would have sent him over the edge, but he was more humiliated than anything.
“Sir…” Alex said softly to Coach Carter beside him, “I can’t.”
“Fuck, faggot!” Carter shouted, “You’re in a room full of the most buff, attractive men with the biggest fuck sticks you can imagine, and you can’t get that pathetic dicklette hard? Play with it!” Alex let out a whimper, and he took his tiny dick between his pointer finger and thumb. In front of the classroom full of jocks, eighteen-year-old Alex was attempting to jerk his little prick.
The men yelled with glee as Alex tugged at his little dick, trying his best to let the embarrassment subside so he could get hard and get this class over with.
Alex tried to imagine Devon with his incredible hog pissing in the locker room urinal last Tuesday. He had tried not to look, but he couldn’t help it! That piss stream was calling his name!
Or how about the time when Michael was talking to Carl as his dick flopped about. He was so secure and unashamed of his manhood that it was nearly as thick as a beer. He didn’t care that the massive rod swung hypnotically through the air in front of a room of straight men. He hadn’t been aware that Alex was peeking from around the lockers, or he would have hidden it away!
Or when he saw Chad on the field as his muscles seemed to dance underneath his uniform… or… or… Alex had a plethora of satisfying moments he had jerked his tiny dick too. The gay man wondered for a moment if the coach was right and homos like him were the problem! These straight men were just living their lives unashamed, and then faggots came along!
Despite all the scenarios he could muster, his tiny dick wouldn’t harden.
“Isn’t that the most pathetic thing you fellas have ever seen?” The room of men cheered when the coach rolled his eyes. “We don’t have the entire day, so hurry up, cunt!”
Alex was used to not being able to stroke his own dick fully; it was far too small. At home, he would be at his computer scrolling through photos of men with massive shlongs halfway down to their knees with the hairiest nuts you could imagine, nothing like his own. The men were often power fucking some twink’s ass or, in some cases, women! As much as the vagina turned him off, there was something so hot about watching real men lay their pipe in a woman’s slit. Alex winced. Was the Coach right? Was he the perverted problem?
One of the men shouted, “Jesus, my brother jerks off with a better boner than that!”
“That’s because your brother isn’t a faggot,” the coach said with a smirk. “Perhaps you ought to invite him to show Alex how it’s done. The Coach then swatted Alex’s hand away with a growl. “Oh, for God’s sake twat-face let me do it!” With an uncaring demeanor, the coach grabbed the prick between his fingers as best he could, “Fuck I can barely hold this shit!” Alex let out a small shriek as he felt the man’s hairy fist nearly crush his dick.
The Coach began to pull and yank on the boy’s rubbery prick with his fingers. Alex almost fell over from how violently the coach yanked his dick. Again, tears began to form in Alex’s eyes as he tried to continue standing against the older man’s force.
With a shout, “That’s it, Coach, pull the fucking clit off of her!” Chad shouted. The room laughed. Alex couldn’t believe this was happening to him. How was he going to survive this? And yet, he could feel his dick stiffening in the man’s hand. This was the first time someone other than himself had ever even touched his dick.
“This cunt of a girlie boy isn’t responding, boys, Jesus!” The coach shouted. Alex tried to say he was, but he decided to stay silent. “Help pique his interest! Show the faggot what a true man’s dick looks like, Chad!”
The students gasped at the man’s request. Chad simply laughed and jumped from his desk. In an instant, the attractive jock, known to be somewhat of a showman, was in the middle of the room. Dropping his pants and boxers to his knees without a care, he whipped out the largest cock Alex had seen in person. Chad had a massive horse cock that hung nearly eight inches flaccid. He danced around in front of Alex, so his fat fuck-meat swung and bounced. The men let out a loud cheer. The gay man was used to looking away when cocks came into sight if he didn’t want to be knocked out.
“Take a look at that cunt-stuffer, Alex! Chad, bring that enormous chunk of horsemeat up here and stand beside Alex.” Carter demanded. Chad, still swinging his massive dick through the air, stood next to Alex. For a brief moment, the coach let Alex’s dick go. The tiny pale appendage was now red and slightly swollen. “Guys, all Alex has here is a girl’s clit! Faggot, take a look at that huge dick!”
Alex hesitantly looked at Chad’s cock. It was triple the size of his own, even as it gained an inch or two from the coach’s forceful groping. “Imagine the enormous horse-cock on Chad going all the way down your throat or into your man’s pussy! You would enjoy it, Alex, wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t you!”
The room laughed. Alex refused to respond, but his dick was answering for him. The once flaccid piece of skin was now standing out as much as it could, pointing at the room of men, “Look, guys, that shrimp dick likes what it sees! Our tiny faggot Alex here became hot and leaking after one glance at Chad’s dick.” Chad looked at Alex in disgust. He felt his body tense up, waiting for the older cock to knock him out.
“Chad, how can your girlfriend accept that piece of meat?” One of the students asked, drawing Chad’s attention away from him.
The jock chuckled at the question imaging his girlfriend struggling underneath him. His horse hung cock began to twitch. “She has no other option! Since her parents refuse to help her get a car, even though she’s eighteen, I take her to school in the morning and after school. Once I get her home, we fuck, every damn day!”
The men in the room cheered on their friend and player. “We get inventive on the weekends; after a hard game, she licks my nuts while I skip the shower to give her the full flavor, and she then spends a few hours sucking my cock till she’s practically throwing up!”
“She is a fortunate young lady!” The Coach laughed, “She probably fucking loves that shit!”
Chad’s stiffening dick was becoming a lot more obvious. While the room noticed, they paid respectful attention to his words, as real men do. Alex, on the other hand, couldn’t take his eyes off the growing rod. He just wanted to bury his face in that mound of pubic hair. He found himself jealous of Chad’s girlfriend.
“She is attracted to my dick, is what she is! She simply cannot survive without it!” Chad took his dick in hand and gave it a few strokes. Alex nearly fell over, “Not worried about it though, I’m gonna dump the bitch soon. I saw the way her mom was checking me out, and I think I can get a hold of that snatch.”
“Good for you!” The coach gave a nod. “Get ’em while you can, men!” All of the students in the room cheered and agreed. The coach looked down at Alex, who hadn’t taken his eyes off Chad’s prick. “You’d better sit down before this faggot breaks his own neck trying to see that shit!”
“Dumb fucker!” Chad hissed at Alex as he pulled up his pants, hiding away the full length of his cock. Even through the jeans, you could damn near make out every vein of his firm member. Alex felt his heart racing. Fuck, that was a beautiful dick!
“Measure that shit.” Carter shoved the yardstick at the younger man, pulling him back into reality. Alex took it. He was ready to get this experience over with. Holding it up to his dick, a smile spread across the coach’s face, “Read it allowed!” Alex felt a ball building in his throat as he tried to find the words.
“It… its…” He stuttered, “It’s four inches”. Alex’s face contorted, trying to hold back more tears, as a roar of laughter blew up in the room.
“God damn!” Someone shouted.
“I was bigger than that shit when I was five!” Someone else said amongst the laughter. The coach watched as the room pointed and mocked the gay student. He was proud of himself. Even teaching a subject he despised, he was doing a great job! That was the skill of a good teacher, knowing how to get their students involved in their education so the ideas stick. No one wants to stare at textbooks all day. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Alex’s body begin to jerk. Was he about to hurl?
“Oh fuck!” Alex whimpered as his body shook. Cater looked down as the man’s tiny four-inch dick convulsed and began dribbling a pale white cream that hit the cement floor below him.
“Sick fuck!” Michael, one of the football players, shouted from the front row of the classroom. Even some of the men who had been standing in the back to get a better view turned away as Alex’s orgasm rose and quickly drifted away.
“Looks like your fuck stick did the trick, Chad!” The coach chuckled.
“Disgusting faggot!” Chad shouted at the queer, “I’ll fucking beat the shit out of you!”
“Wait till after class, Chad.” The teacher interjected. He needed Alex to be at least conscious to continue the demonstration. “What you witnessed is what we call a fag-gasm.” Coach Carter explained. “It’s an important part of the faggot’s sex life, albeit a disgusting one, THAT HE WILL BE LICKING UP OFF MY FLOOR BEFORE CLASS LETS OUT!” Alex couldn’t hold back as the tears began to flow. “Shut the fuck up faggot, I’m trying to teach these men how you fuckers have sex!”
“As appalled as I am by this fag sperm now on my perfect floor, look closer, students.” Much to the disgust of the class of men, they looked at the small pool on the floor, “Look at the pale liquid consistency. That is because his body doesn’t produce enough testosterone to make a real load.”
“Pathetic!” Michael called out, “There’s so little of it! My nuts are at least a quarter cup! And it’s pure white ball juice!”
“I know damn well it is!” The coach roared, “I know there’s a reason why so many of your girlfriends disappear for nine months at a time!”
“Only thirteen of them coach!” Michael laughed. Chad gave his friend a pat on the back.
“That’s two more bitches than I’ve knocked up!” He laughed. The coach shook his head. He was proud of his men. He had to admit it was hilarious watching the school staff jump through hoops trying to hide the girls away and their eventual offspring.
“The cum is sometimes runny, and faggots don’t cum as much as straight men do.” Coach Carter explained, “Because a faggot’s balls create half cum and half cunt sauce. Why would nature waste its time giving fags a bunch of sperm they’re going to waste anyway?”
“God damn,” Devon slapped his hand against his desk, “his fag clit is getting even smaller, now!” The room took notice. It was true. Alex’s used-up dick was already disappearing almost back into his body.
“Slow down, boys!” Coach Carter laughed, “I haven’t made it there yet! That’s because a faggot’s center is in his boy pussy, not his dick like it is with you men! We’ll be exploring a fag pussy anatomy in a few moments.” Alex didn’t like the sound of that.
The boy decided to try and plead his case, “Please, Coach… don’t make me continue this. I’ve never even done anything gay! I have no experience! I’ve only had a boyfriend one time, and we broke up after a few weeks. Please don’t make me do this…” His voice began to tremble.
“After a few weeks? Not only are you bad at sports, but you’re also bad at being a faggot!” The coach commented. A few of the students laughed, “No wonder if you didn’t put out immediately! If you are not out here fucking bitches and procreating like a real man, then your holes need to be filled all the time! ”
After Alex’s throat seemed like it would swell shut from all the whimpering, the coach grabbed him by his frail little arm. “Shut the fuck up, cocksucker, and stand as I told you!” Carter screamed. Alex felt as if his voice was shaking his entire body. Backing up, Alex stood back up, leaving his clothes on the ground.
The room of men snickered amongst themselves. “See, boys, if you assert your dominance as a cunt fucking straight man and take advantage of any of these miscreants every chance you get, we will put them back where they belong! Otherwise, they get uppity and next thing you know, lesbian cunts think they run shit, and faggots want to get married.”
The boys gave the coach hearty applause. Alex the faggot suppressed a cry. “Before we continue, Alex, I need you to clean up the mess you made.” The coach pointed to the small dribble of cum on the ground. Alex looked at him in horror. Was he being serious? Some of the men groaned, “Don’t look at me like that! You did it! Lick it up!”
Alex wanted to die. Of course, he had tasted his own cum before; what faggot hadn’t? But not from a dirty classroom floor and certainly not in front of the men who bullied and harassed him almost daily. Slowly, the man lowered himself to the ground. He was humiliated. Alex brought his face to the floor.
“Ignore his whimpering.” The coach said, “Faggots love sperm. They can’t get enough!” The room watched in disgust as Alex brought his tongue to the floor and began licking up the small pool of sperm. Some of the men pretended to gag, “Of course, they usually prefer Grade A man meat and potent fuck juice. I’m sure that fag fluid tastes like salt water.” Carter laughed. Before Alex had a chance to stand back up, the older man pressed his head down so he couldn’t move. “Now on to the fag sex shit I gotta teach you fuckers about. We’ll start with throat pussy.” Alex’s eyes widened in horror.
*****
Part 3
“Come on, Alex. You’re the only one who can make this real for them. It’s for educational purposes,” Coach Carter insisted, his voice stern. The Coach stood before the all-boys classroom. Each of them was 18 and on the verge of being released into the world’s wilds.
Coach Carter had come in earlier that day with a mandate that he must teach same-sex sex ed to his class. Despite his protests to what he deemed as the ‘woke school board,’ he reluctantly followed orders. Of course, if he had to teach this fag shit, he was going to do it his way.
That’s why the queer, Alex, kneeled to his right. Who better to teach his classroom of jocks and men about faggot sex than a faggot.
“There are two main ways a faggot gets fucked, and believe it or not its not completely different than what I know you men do. Can anyone tell me how queers get fucked.”
“In the mouth and ass pussy!” Chad, one of the quarterbacks, shouted from the front row.
“Exactly!” The coach pointed this measuring stick at the class, “Just like some of your twat girlfriends you fuck, fag boys like to suck on man meat and take them up the ass. Of course, as we demonstrated earlier, the biggest difference is the lack of a cunt in the front.” Alex crouched forward as the measuring stick collided with his nuts. As small as they might have been, they still led to excruciating pain. The men in the room laughed as the gay man whimpered in pain.
“Now, let’s start with oral sex!” Coach Carter announced. The men of the room were on the edge of their seats.
“That’s the best part!” Michael, another one of the football leads, called out, “That bitch Alexis from homeroom would suck my nasty cock for hours, and she loved every bit of that shit. Well, that is until I started fucking her sister.” A few of the guys in the back cheered him on.
“Your stories keep me young.” Coach Carter laughed, “But let’s try to stay focused. Faggots love sucking on the cocks of real men just like some of your girlfriends do. Isn’t that right, Alex?” The coach didn’t wait for him to respond. “They will spend hours at bars, in restroom stalls, and in back alleys just waiting for some man to come by and fuck their throats. So, Alex, show them how it’s done!”
The teen looked to the coach in fear. The man wiggled his fingers in the air before the blonde man. The gay man hesitated, unsure of what was going on. Taking a deep breath, Alex leaned forward, his tongue tentatively touching the Coach’s finger.
As tears rolled down his face, Alex complied, his mouth opening to take the Coach’s finger. He could taste the salty tang of skin, the faint smell of sweat, and aftershave. He moved his tongue, trying to mimic the sensation of oral sex that he’d only seen in porn. The room was silent except for the faint sounds of Alex’s movements. He couldn’t hold back the tears. “Look, the queer is crying because he is so happy about the attention he’s getting. Faggots love attention, that’s why they prance around on stages, get piercings, and dye their hair freak colors!
“This is a face cunt!” The coach explained, swirling his fingers around the man’s mouth,h causing him to start to gag. “Men will stick their dick in this shit to get off. Straight men will also sometimes release their load in these fuck holes.”
“Fuck, Coach! What?” One of the boys in the back yelled. A few of the men in the room called out in disgust.
“Guys, keep in mind that unloading in a faggot’s mouth does not make you a faggot!” He announced, to the room’s confusion, “It’s merely a means of finding some small solace in the middle of a stressful day.”
Coach Carter crammed his fingers deeper in. Alex began to choke. As he tried to pull back, the coach held onto his head. “Sometimes our women, the bitches that they are, are on the rag and won’t put out. I know I’ve been there! That’s when a fuck boy like this comes in handy. Wave your cocks through the air and the faggots will come running.” Coach Carter nodded, satisfied. “Good, queer.” The man pulled his hairy fingers from Alex’s mouth.
“A faggot will never disregard a guy’s ball sack when sucking a dick, I assure you.” Coach Carter pushed Alex off his finger.
“Sir, please… I can’t…” Alex muttered. The poor gay man looked to the room of jocks watching the lesson intently. Alex couldn’t help but see the bulging dicks in their pants. They were enjoying every bit of his torment. If only… if only one of them would open the fly of their pants. No! Alex pulled himself back to reality.
“When a fag boy has sex, he will make sure to thoroughly lick a man’s balls and dick since they know how wonderful it feels for the man. Faggot stick out your tongue.” Carter shouted. Alex followed without question, “A faggot’s tongue is useful for more than just sucking balls and dicks, boys. Faggot, move your tongue!” Alex began to flick his tongue in the air. He could see Michael, Chad, and Devon trying to hold back laughter in the front row. “Guys, just think of how nice that tongue would feel in your sweaty assholes!”
“Our assholes?” Chad questioned, “These fuck twats lick assholes!?”
“Disgusting, right?” Coach Carter nodded, “But they love it, the depraved fucks they are! Though I must admit, as a man on the receiving end, it’s a great feeling. If you ever get the chance, make sure the faggot sucks your assholes with his lips as well. The ideal ass suck is achieved by combining effective tongue thrusting with lip-sucking, which comes naturally to these deviants!
The men murmured amongst themselves, “I’m aware most men don’t think about the pleasure that can come from a good rim job. I blame bitches! If women weren’t such prudes, we could get the full enjoyment we deserve as men! Till these whores change, my suggestion is for you to always have your own ass-sucking faggot on hand to fulfill your needs. Being served by a personal faggot is not in any way unmanly!
The coach pointed down at Alex, who was still flailing his tongue around in the air. He tried not to laugh. “Take a look at this pitiful thing. His only goal in life is to service a man’s ass, dick, and balls. Okay, cunt face, stop using your tongue already.”
Alex put his tongue back in his mouth just as the ruler collided with his back. The man fell forward. “Just like that. I want you to turn around and hold your ass in the air for the real men to see!”
Alex’s face flushed bright red, but he nodded. Moving around on his hands and knees, he turned to face the whiteboard at the front of the classroom. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short gasps. On all fours, the young gay man wanted to disappear.
“Alex, spread your legs wider. Show them how faggots have sex!” Alex began to whimper again as he spread his knees further apart.
“Arch!” Carter shouted, slapping the yardstick against Alex’s ass. The man yelped but agreed by raising his ass in the air. The back few rows of students stood up to get a better look at the soft pink asshole looking back at them.
Alex felt his legs trembling as he spread them wider. He could feel the cool air on his exposed skin, the heat of his classmates’ stares.
“Now, this might appear to be a typical ass at first, but it’s not.” The coach used the ruler to point at the soft pink hole, “You see, a faggot grows an asshole that is more than simply the one you guys have. It’s more like a pussy. When fucked repeatedly, the asshole’s lips swell up and begin to resemble cunt lips, and it elongates. Similar to how a cunt can stretch during childbirth, a faggot’s ass pussy can also be stretched to great lengths!
He gave Alex’s hole a few taps with the measuring stick, causing the small hole to pucker. “The second a faggot knows how to use his ass, they will start shoving whatever they can up there! Hey, faggot, what have you shoved up your ass?” Alex stayed silent. “Answer me, cunt face!” The man closed his eyes, trying to bury his face into the cement floor somehow.
“Markers.” He said softly. The students chuckled at his response.
“And?” Coach coaxed him on, “I doubt that’s the only thing you’ve crammed up your fag cunt!” Tears began to creep out of the corners of Alex’s eyes as he tried to answer.
“Markers… pens…” He shuddered, “Candlesticks… my dog’s chew toy.” The room recoiled in disgust. “I didn’t give it back to him!” Alex tried to defend himself by lying on the cement floor. “I just… I just… I”
“Couldn’t help yourself. I know.” The coach gave the faggot a few taps on the ass with the stick, “Queers can’t control their faggotry. It’s a mental illness after all.”
The only sounds in the room were the whimpers and tears coming from Alex, still positioned on the floor. “Alex, you’re upset.” Carter said, in an almost sympathetic tone, “You know what will help?” He asked.
“How about you try fingering yourself for us?” Uncontrollably, Alex reached his hand back over the globes of his ass and ran his fingers over the opening of his hole. The men watched, mesmerized by the faggot’s fingers as they slowly penetrated his tiny pink entry as if they weren’t even in the room.
Letting out a small moan, Alex pushed his fingers deeper, trying to block out the humiliation, the shame. The coach looked out over the students who watched in awe. It was becoming painfully obvious that the batch of real men were getting worked up watching the man play with his boy’s cunt. Some of the students were openly rubbing the bulge in their pants.
Carter smiled. Who said he wasn’t a good teacher? Maybe this diversity shit wasn’t so bad after all. “Enough!” The coach said, slapping Alex’s ass with the stick. “Fingers aren’t enough for a faggot, and you boys deserve a real education, am I right!” The students cheered.
“Give me something the fag can really use!” There was a sudden burst of noise and energy as the male students shuffled around in their seats. “It will astound you what a faggot’s ass cunt can take! Yes, he’ll scream and cry like this little queer here, but he loves it!”
“How about this, coach!” Chad chucked something into the air. Before Carter had a chance to see what it was, he reached out to grab the object before it hit the floor—the reflexes of an ex-jock. Carter laughed aloud when a baseball bat collided with his hands.
“This is perfect, Chad!” The coach waved the bat in the air. Alex looked back, much to his horror. He had to get out of here! In a panic, he quickly jumped to his feet and tried to make it naked to the door of the classroom, but Carter grabbed his arm and yanked him back. The men of the room cheered, “Where do you think you’re going faggot? We have a lesson to continue! Lean over my desk!”
“Oh God….” Alex cried as the teacher shoved him forward. “Please coach… I’m begging you. I’ve only ever experimented with a few small things. Nothing that big!” The blonde fag protested, as the man pushed him forward over the desk, “I have never even taken a cock before! Please…”
“Coach, is it queer for a normal man to fuck faggot’s ass?” One of the students called out, ignoring the blond man’s pleads.
Carter grinned. “Devon, that’s a good and important question. SPREAD ‘EM!” The coach shouted at Alex. The man was now fully in tears, but he followed the older man’s orders, “No. If a big macho jock occasionally fucks a faggot ass, it’s not queer at all! You and I are both aware that men your age and all ages, really, require a great deal more sexual relief than females, who are frequently unwilling to provide!
“For real men, fucking a faggot ass is a rather common pastime.” The coach continued, “There is nothing queer about wanting to fuck the faggot’s asshole, it’s basically a pussy. And really, a lot of faggots like this one are such sissy boys that it’s a lot of fun to mistreat and degrade them before fucking their boy cunt.”
The coach laughed. Looking across his desk, he grabbed a bottle of lotion and began squeezing a load onto the bat while continuing his lecture, “When you experience the urge to fuck a boy’s cunt, you should never feel uncomfortable or bad about it. Hell, I know a few grown men who keep fags by their side at night just to have the queers suck them off if they get the urge to release their cocks. And of course, to use as urinals when needed.”
“What!” An almost unified confusion crossed over the room. The coach loved this. He smeared the lotion over the length of the bat while ignoring the fag’s whimpers and pleas. Brandishing the long wooden rod, the coach smeared the white cream over the surface with ease.
“Yes!” The coach stopped to look at the room of men, “Having a faggot kneel by your bed at night, saves having to walk all the way to the toilet! Faggots make wonderful urinals!”
“They like that shit?” A Mexican man asked from one of the window seats.
“They love it!” Carter almost shouted. Taking his free hand, he forced Alex to spread his legs further apart, bringing the tiny pink slit back onto display, “Queers enjoy an endless list of activities normal, healthy, sane people would find deranged. There is not enough time in this class to explain to you all the horrific things that make up this same-sex sex bullshit they have me teaching you about!”
Time? Carter looked bac to the clock hanging above the door. Fuck there were only twenty minutes of class left. Explaining fag sex was going a lot smoother than he had thought it would, and the men were eating it up!
“Why the fuck is his piss slit so small?” A black student in the back shouted out.
“Very good thing to notice!” Carter crossed his arms, nearly knocking the bat into Alex’s body, “Another reason the fag cums so little, as you saw earlier, is that the majority of faggots have extremely tiny piss holes. Not the same as yours!” A few of the men gave each other high fives in solidarity.
“Most of you men can probably stick a small finger in your enormous gaping piss holes! I know that when I hear your piss streams slam against the back of the locker, urinals! It sounds like fucking Niagara Falls.” The men applauded. “You should definitely give it a go! Urinals wouldn’t be necessary if there were any justice in the world! We would spend the entire day in the men’s rooms with a bunch of faggots on their knees!”
“I piss up my girlfriend’s twat all the time!” Devon announced. There was a rounding sound shock.
“Do you really, man?” one of the men asked.
“Fuck yeah! She learned how to suck the piss right out of my cock a while ago!” Devon explained, “She hated it at first, but I’m not walking to the bathroom when my dick is already in her mouth or up her cunt!”
“Fuck yeah!” Another student chimed in.
“She’s one lucky bitch!” The coach laughed. The hairy older man looked down at the broken-down student; he didn’t dare to move.
The jocks wanted to jerk their pricks out in the open, so they were clutching their hard dick lumps and pulling at their crotches. The majority of them were eager for class to end so they could call up their girls and try pissing up their cunts.
Coach Carter knew the time had come to give his class an educational experience they would remember for the rest of their lives.
*****
Part 4
“All right, any more questions? Are we ready to continue?” The coach called out to the room full of all-male students. Each of the 18-year-olds watched in bated breath as Coach Carter held a lubed-up baseball bat in one hand and held the gay student, Alex, against his desk with the other.
Not a single dick in the room was soft, waiting for the moment of penetration. Earlier that day, the coach had received notice he would have to teach same-sex sex ed to his students. Despite his distaste for the subject, he found the perfect example, Alex, the only openly gay student at the school. He was more than willing to assist the education of his fellow students, aside from the tears, pleading, and a failed attempt to escape from the room.
Standing before a room filled with horny hunky straight jocks, Coach Carter was having more fun than he had had in years, degrading and humiliating this queer. It had been decades since he last taught a faggot its place, and this was taking him back!
However, poor little Alex was distraught. He thought he might pass out at any second. Lying over the coach’s desk in front of all the men he had lusted over was too much to bear. His own shriveled-up dick was starting to get hard again from the mere idea of his little fag hole being penetrated.
“I’m learning a lot, Coach.” One of the students said allowed. Some of the other men agreed.
“I hadn’t realized fag sex was so complicated!” Another said.
“Are the fags that stick their dicks in other men less faggy?” A brown-haired student who sat closest to the classroom door asked. Some of the other men chimed in agreement with the question.
“Aw, very good question!” Coach Carter took a moment to adjust Alex’s ass on the table, “As I said earlier, straight fuckers like all of you who stick their dicks in twats like normal men have absolutely nothing to worry about when it comes to releasing your fuck sticks into faggots when you need some additional relief! But I think the bullshit terms you all are looking for are tops and bottoms, isn’t that correct faggot?” The coach looked at the back of Alex’s head. The man didn’t answer, but he wasn’t really looking for one.
“You see, class even faggots try to have a hierarchy. There’s the femmy, swishy fags like Alex here, and they love to take it up the ass like the bitches they are!” Carter ticked the tip of the bat against his entrapped student’s hole, causing him to twitch, “Then there are those macho, straight passing queers, as I mentioned earlier. Now they like to fuck like real men, I’ll give them that!”
“Now these so-called tops swear they won’t let any man put a prick up their asses, but I guarantee you, if you whip out your straight cock and wave it around a little bit, they’ll be on all fours drooling like any other homo!” He explained.
Alex had never had a single desire to be a top. The second he came to terms with being gay, he knew sticking his dick in a hole was not for him. Of course, he never imagined having a massive baseball bat shoved up his hole either! The blonde looked at the paper lying just in front of his face. It was the letter telling Coach Carter he had to begin teaching same-sex sex education classes. This piece of paper was what brought this gay man here.
It was time. Coach Carter turned to the faggot spread across the table. Alex could feel the older man firm his stance on the ground. “Please, Sir. I don’t feel good. I need to go to… somewhere… anywhere..!” It was so hot. After witnessing the pussy queer whimper and beg, even the straight men were about to bust their nuts. For whatever reason, most straight men find it sexually attractive to see faggots being degraded, and the coach knew that. He supposed it simply serves to remind them of their own masculinity.
“Shut the Fuck up Cuntface!” The males in the room cheered when Coach Carter yelled. When people idolized him, he adored it, and it only pushed him on. The man readied the head of the bat against Alex’s hole. The bat looked to be at least 5 times the size of his tight little slit. “This fucking school wants me to teach fag sex, I will!”
With that, Carter grunted as he pushed the bat forward into Alex’s fuck hole. The man let out a scream that filled the room.
“Shut the faggot up!” The coach yelled. One of the boys who sat closest to Alex’s empty desk ran to pick up the queer’s discarded briefs. With no instruction, he quickly began forcing them into the gay man’s mouth, turning his agony into muffled moans. Alex’s body convulsed, knocking a pen holder and papers to the floor as inch by inch of the wooden bat disappeared inside his hole. The room of men stared in awe, “See boys, this is what same-sex sex is all about! Having your fag cunt stretched to its limit and beyond!”
“Look at it disappear!” One of the men shouted.
“God damn, my girlfriend, couldn’t even take that shit! She has a hard enough time with my 9 incher!” Someone else added.
Alex felt like his hole was on fire as heat and sharp cuts seemed to fly over the globes of his ass and up into his torso. He could feel his brain screaming in agony! The girth of this bat was nothing compared to the pens and markers that had tapped away at his hole previously.
“Is he enjoying it?” Michael asked.
“Of course he is!” Coach Carter announced. Alex slammed his body against the desk, his snot and tears soaking the papers underneath him, “Fags love this shit! Once the wooden rod was at least halfway into the poor man’s hole, the coach began to pull it back out. The room of men cheered their teach on as he slammed the well-worn bat back into the flailing homos back end.
“You see, men,” Carter tried to speak over Alex’s loud wails into his own underwear. Trying not to laugh at the pathetic creature, he continued his words while still ramming the wooden pole in and out of the faggot’s ass, “Since I’m teaching you about homo sex, the goal of most faggots is to have the massive fuck meat of some man slam against their prostates.”
“We all have prostates, though!” One of the men shouted from the middle row.
“Exactly! You remember our anatomy class!” The coach nodded as Alex continued to jerk beneath his hand. He had to admit the queer being, as meek and frail as he was, could sure put up a hell of a protest. “In real men, aka straight men, the prostate is an average size to help aid in the production of your ball juice, but in queers like Alex here, their prostates are huge! Well over what’s typical for a normal man. Now, like I said fag boys want to get their holes stretched, and prostates pounded. Sometimes they’ll even dribble their little fag juice without even touching their tiny pricks!”
“No way!” Devon called out.
“Yes!” Carter corrected him. Who said education wasn’t important? Alex’s fighting was starting to die down. He must have been getting tired. “Now, as you can see here, Alex’s fuck slit is getting a workout! I’m sure some of your bitch’s twats can relate!” The room began to hoot and holler, “But I am not making a damn bit of effort to hit his prostate!”
“I don’t try to find my girl’s G spot either!” One of the men shouted.
“That shit is made up!” Another chimed in
“That’s some feminist bull shit!” Devon interjected, “Sex is about pleasing a cock! Not our fault, those cunts were born with twats and not man meat!” The coach nodded in agreement. These men were being raised right!
“The goal here is for you to learn about fag sex, not for Alex to enjoy himself!” The coach laughed over the weaking man, “Although judging by the flapping and shaking, I’d say he’s having a pretty good time, right cunt face?
Alex moaned into his underwear. He felt like he was going to pass out. This teacher didn’t give a damn about him! These men didn’t care to help him! And somehow the knowledge of that gave his little fag heart butterflies.
“Besides, after leaking out his homo juice earlier, I doubt his tiny nuts could scrape together anymore.” Without missing a beat, Carter continued to ram the bat into the faggots hole.
Alex could feel another orgasm building. His mind raced at the idea of what these men would do to him if they saw him cum again! He was suddenly grateful his tiny white dicklette was being crushed under his weight and the pressure of the bat. Of course, he would have to get up… if the coach ever let him up.
“That’s a fucking joke!” A dark-skinned student in the back shouted, “My baseball-sized man nuts can shoot three or four rounds! Each one is as fucking full as the last!”
Carter watched as the boastful man in the back unzipped his fly and pulled out some of the biggest nuts he’d ever seen. Each one had to be the size of two oversized gold balls.
“Look at these bad boys!” He fondled the dark sack in his hand. Somehow, the queer that he was, Alex managed to turn his head to see the heavy set of balls the man held in his hands. They were glorious! Despite the unreal pain his asshole was in, Alex couldn’t help but imagine the man’s ball sack running over his face. The sweat! The smell! It made his little homo heart flutter. His tiny erection throbbed into the wooden surface of the desk. “My ex-girlfriend and her bitch mom would choke on these nuts damn near every weekend!”
Carter smiled and shook his head. He knew the student’s ex, Tiffany. Who didn’t? The pair were caught fucking in the back of the choir room. When the news got out, Tiffany was expelled for not being able to keep her legs closed on campus. Served the whore right! Suddenly and without warning, the coach ripped the bat from Alex’s hand, creating a large, gaping hole, causing the blonde to jolt about.
“God damn, the faggot has a cunt!” Chad shouted. Devon and Michael let out a loud laugh at their friend’s comment.
“Now that’s really something for a fag to be proud of!” Carter agreed, and he rammed the rod back into the once-tight hole. His own briefs muffled Alex’s scream as tears ran down his face. He had never even been fucked before, and now 17 inches of a wooden bat was defiling his virgin hole. He felt every inch of the tools’ endless inward and outward motion as it attacked his body.
Trying to look at the classroom, he saw some of the men rubbing their dicks through their pants. Others looked so disgusted that they could kill him. The look in their eyes caused the fag to have his second orgasm. Between the Coach’s relentless pounding and his dry balls, the class didn’t notice.
Alex sulked in the humiliation of being a disgusting fag. He always thought his first time would have been with a romantic man with whom he had built a connection. It would have been a long time before his tiny pink pucker had been blown out. Now here he was being torn to bits before the men who despised him and cumming all along the way. As pins and needles flew through his small frame with every slam of the bat, he couldn’t help but enjoy every bit of it! He was just as fucked up as the coach described!
“What did I tell you! A fag cunt can take it all! Believe it or not, I could shove a whole ass traffic cone up this fuck slit if I had the time!” Coach Carter pulled the bat from Alex’s reddening hole. The edges of his slit had begun to swell from the pressure of the intruding bat, “And there it is, men, the beginnings of a fag cunt, the number one sex organ for faggots and queers.” The room stared in astonishment.
“Now that his fag hole has had a taste of a real fucking his hole will never be empty!” Carter explained, “You’ll have to watch everything you own! Anything that isn’t nailed to the ground will find its way up a queer’s ass! Hell, sometimes that won’t even stop the whores! Once when I was your age, a fag was found impaled on a cement parking barricade!”
“Fuck, no way!” Chad shouted. Coach Carter mocked a Catholic cross over his body.
“The queer swore up and down he had been shoved on the thing overnight by a gang of guys who caught him walking down the street, but we all knew better!” Carter began to furiously drag the bat in and out of Alex’s hole just to see if he was still conscious. The teen’s sudden shake and groan gave him the answer, “That fag put himself on that pole and got stuck!” The men laughed at the idea. “He kept blaming a few of the school’s football players, swore he knew each of them. Eventually, the town ran him out! We couldn’t have some lying queer running around spreading bullshit!”
“What happened to him?” One of the students asked.
“Last I heard, he was a used-up homeless coke addict living in West Hollywood, trading blowjobs for a line of snort.” The man chuckled to himself, “Maybe you’ll meet him someday, Alex! If he’s still alive.” Alex lay motionless in a mix of his own sweat, tears, and snot.
Just as the coach finished reminiscing about his glory days, the bell rang to signal the end of class. Unlike typical dismissals, the students didn’t want to leave. The coach yanked the bat back out of Alex’s used hole and let the man go. The once-tiny pucker was a swollen pink mess. The man just lay there, unable to move.
“Get the fuck up, faggot!” Coach Carter demanded. He watched as Alex struggled to get himself upright. The queer’s face was a mess. Slowly, Alex worked his briefs from his mouth.
“I take it you won’t want this back.” Coach gestured the bat to Chad, who shook his head in disgust.
“The fuck, coach?” The man waved his hand in the air, “I don’t want any faggot bullshit. Stick a rainbow on it and give it to him! He’ll probably continue using it on that blown-out twat of his.” Coach Carter tossed the baseball bat onto his desk just as Alex finally pulled himself to his feet.
“I’ll owe you a new one.” He spoke.
“Thank God for diversity education, or we wouldn’t have got the chance to learn any of this shit!” Michael announced. Alex whimpered as he tried to walk back to his clothes, still lying on the floor. A few of the guy’s laughed, knowing that’s exactly what their bitches were going to look like later that evening.
“I suppose you’re right, Michael.” Carter agreed. “Maybe some of this woke bullshit isn’t so bad after all, isn’t that right, Alex?” The entire class looked at the man who was now struggling to pick up his clothes without falling to the floor. The coach chucked, “Get the hell out of here!” The class began gathering their school supplies and making their way to the door. Each one of them was wearing barely concealed erections as they left.
“Thanks for the fag sex ed lesson!” Devon said, giving his coach a high five as he passed. A few of the students agreed.
“I’d kick his ass after school, but I’m afraid my entire foot would get caught in his gaping shithole!” Chad pretended to lunge at Alex, who stumbled back instinctively. A few of the men laughed along with the coach.
“Faggots can be fun, can’t they?” Coach Carter was glad he had the chance to educate real men. He considered writing a letter back to the school board thanking them for the opportunity to be a part of the woke agenda. He snickered to himself.
Looking back over to Alex, who was now trying his best to pull on his briefs. He smiled to himself when the gay man’s swollen pick cunt puckered as he bent to grab the other leg of his underwear. “What the fuck are you doing?” The gay man stopped with one leg in his briefs and the other halfway there, “I have another fag sex class coming up!”
Alex watched in horror as another round of men entered the room, each with a look of astonishment on their face as they saw his naked form standing at the far end of the classroom. Each student’s look of shock disappeared to a hardly concealed laugh as their eyes fell on Alex’s barely visible, shriveled dick. Alex felt his hand instinctively let go of his briefs, letting them fall back to the floor.
As the last student entered the room and the bell rang again, Coach Carter shut the door. A murmur flowed through the room as the men whispered amongst themselves, confused by the man covered in snot, tears, and drool standing naked in the corner of the room.
“Alright, class, settle down!” Carter belted out, and slowly the room began to fall silent, their eyes still locked on Alex’s frail and weakened body. The gay man could see some of their dicks already beginning to stiffen, “Today we’re going to discuss fag sex.”
The End.
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