by Jenny Cuck
COACH CUCKOLD
KINDLE EDITION
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This book contains mature content and is solely for adults. All characters in this book are 18 years of age or older.
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EXCERPT
“Well now it all makes sense.” Lacey said as she pulled away from me. “Here I thought I was getting old and ugly, and I just don’t have the right equipment to play for your team.”
“You’re gorgeous darling.” Coach Daniels said.
“Thank you.” She looked from me to him.
“Lacey, it isn’t like that…” I tried to dispute the accusations, but I was certainly having a hard time.
“All this time, and now I get it. I should have married a real man.” She was spitting venom with her words.
“Lacey, I am a real man… Let’s get out of here and talk about this!” I insisted.
“If you’re a real man, get that cock of yours hard and fuck me. If you don’t, I’m going to fuck Coach Daniels.” She looked at him and smiled.
“I hate to say it kid, but I’m not pulling for you in this game.” Coach Daniels started rubbing his pants and I could see his cock was already getting hard.
I looked down at my cock and willed it to get hard, but it just wouldn’t respond. I was nearly in tears trying to get it to show some sign of life but I was denied. Lacey tapped her foot on the ground. I wasn’t sure if she was pulling for me or getting hot for Coach Daniels. Her fingers were already pulling up her cheerleader skirt.
I loved her with all of my heart, but the truth was, I just couldn’t perform the way I wanted to. Maybe the doctor was right, and it was all psychological, but if that was what was going on, I needed to snap out of it before I lost the love of my life to a man, for all intents and purposes, was like a father to me. After a few feeble attempts, I relented and sat back down on the bench. Lacey came over and stood in front of me.
“Steve, I love you. I have always loved you. It is time for our relationship dynamic to change. I have needs and urges you are not meeting. I can either find a way to satisfy them and come home to you, or we can get divorced and you can go and do whatever you want to do with your life.” She said.
COACH CUCKOLD
The game was on line. I was the star quarterback and getting the ball into the end zone was my only job. The ball snapped into my fingers and the crowd roared. My running back threw a block, just like the play was supposed to go. My wide receiver was pounding down the field and he had his man beat. The safety was in the corner of my eye and he would never make it in time. I launched the ball. Right as it left my fingertips, I felt a sharp pain and a loud audible crunch. I hit the ground. The ball connected with the wide receiver and the clock hit double zeros. We won the game—we were the state champions. I couldn’t get up to celebrate. My leg wouldn’t work. My team celebrated while I lay on the ground crying, staring at the smashed bones. I knew my football career was over.
“Come on, get your tie on!” My wife glared at me as I fumbled with a cigarette and sat on the edge of our hotel bed.
“Is it too late to back out now?” I asked, looking over at the beautiful, sexy blonde who was putting her diamond hoops in her ears.
“Don’t be silly. We haven’t seen the gang in ten years. This will be fun.” She adjusted the hem of her dress and turned to make sure her ass looked phenomenal in the mirror—it did.
“Ten years isn’t long enough…” I sighed, but she didn’t hear me. She was already dumping the contents of her everyday purse and getting them moved over to the little black one that matched her dress.
I hadn’t been back in the hallowed halls of Lincoln High since I left there on graduation day. I was supposed to be on my way to play football at the University of Auburn, but the crushed leg put those dreams to bed permanently. Instead of getting a football scholarship and a free ride to the NFL, I had to be driven back and forth to the local community college until I was able to get behind the wheel of a car. I almost lost Lacey, the love of my young life, but even when her parents insisted she take the scholarship, she stayed behind. We got married at nineteen. I got a job as a desk jockey while she waited tables. We both finished college and I graduated from desk jockey to manager of the desk jockeys, while she got a job at a bank. We didn’t have a bad life.
“Are you ready, finally?” She asked as I straightened my tie.
“As ready as I’ll ever be. I placed a kiss on her forehead and we joined hands before walking to the car. Two loud slamming car doors later and we were on our way to see people we didn’t even really like when we were classmates—at least I didn’t.
I had a few close friends, but they were all football players like me. They scattered across the country to various schools. Some went on to have brief NFL careers, while some played their last game as a college senior. Others were cut early in the season and worked meaningless jobs like I did. Supposedly, almost everyone was descending on the small town of Lincoln, Alabama for a high school reunion to remember. We were the class of 2004, and we were legendary to say the least. We were local heroes by the time that season was over, and it took people all of one year to forget us and move on. Our brief glimpse with glory flickered out and got extinguished faster than the cigarette butt I dropped under the toe of my shoe before opening the door for Lacey to make her grand entrance.
Lacey was the head cheerleader; cliché, to say the least. The head cheerleader and the star quarterback got married and made a lot of babies—well no babies, but we made a life together. When my leg was fractured, a piece of bone went into my pelvis and destroyed my reproductive system. I could still have sex, and I definitely enjoyed it, but all I shot were blanks. The combination of losing my football career as well my chances of being a father were emasculating. Lacey and I hadn’t had sex in over a year. We still loved each other, but life found a way of interfering anytime we got close to sexy time. The last few times we finally did get our clothes off, my little man just didn’t want to run the field like he used to. I saw a doctor who said it was probably psychological—no pills for that at my age. I could have the magic blue sex pills when I got older, he said, but I was too young to rely on them.
“The Arm!” I heard a familiar voice call out from across the gym that was decorated in memories of the past I had tried to forget. The Arm was what they called me; I could put a football through a roll of quarters with that arm when I was younger.
“It’s just Steve now.” I said as one of my closest high school friends, Walter pushed through the crowd and extended his hand.
As I suspected, once the initial pleasantries were exchanged, we had nothing to talk about. Steve was one of the ones who did get into the NFL, but he only lasted one season as a center for the Patriots before he got cut. After that he moved to a small New England town, got married, had three kids, and started coaching pee-wee football. His oldest boy was going to be a starting quarterback for the New England Patriots one day, if you believed his tall tales. As we talked, other faces from the past washed past me. Most were fatter and balder, but the same boyish smiles resonated from them. The starting lineup was all together, and we walked out into the hallway, looking at our trophy. It was still the only occupant of that trophy case; they bought
it especially for our accomplishment.
“I wish we could put on those cleats right now.” Walter said with a smile.
“Yeah… I guess so.” I certainly didn’t, but I said it to make him feel better. The last thing I wanted to do was put on a pair of fucking cleats and relive the worst moment of my entire life.
Soon it was just me standing in front of that case. I stepped outside to have a cigarette as more people arrived. A few shook my hand, and a few just threw angry glares my way. I deserved that. I was quite an asshole when we were younger. I couldn’t resist the urge to be a typical jock and pick on the nerds. Now they were probably making a whole lot more money than I was, while I stayed trapped in Shithole, Alabama. It wasn’t long until the crowds quit filtering in and I heard the school’s fight music start upside, accompanied by a loud cheering. I didn’t want to go inside. I pulled out another cigarette and started lighting it with the remnants of my last one when the door opened and Lacey walked outside.
“Are you coming inside, Steve?” She asked. “They’re about to start showing a highlight reel of…” She didn’t finish that sentence.
“No, I’m good.” I said with a bitter tone.
“You shouldn’t smoke so much, baby. I read an article that said it can cause problems with…you know…” She looked at my crotch. Lacey was always stumbling across literary trash about the latest cause of male erectile dysfunction and trying to remove it from my life. I tolerated the loss of whiskey, red meat, and even hot dogs, but I drew the line with my cigarettes.
“I’ll quit soon…” I promised. That would placate her for a couple of weeks at least, but I had no intentions of quitting until they killed me.
“Hey…” She said as she looked around and then her eyes focused on the gym. “Do you think the locker room is open?”
“What? Why?” I turned to look at her.
“Well…” She reached around and rubbed my crotch. “We used to have a lot of fun in there; maybe we could go relive some old memories.”
She took my hand and started walking towards the door. Truth be told, it was a little exciting. We definitely did have a lot of fun in there. We figured out during our senior year that when Coach Daniels taught health class, it was completely deserted. Well, she figured it out. I had known for a while, and she wasn’t the first one I took down to the depths of the boy’s locker room for a little bit of fun. I got to the door and pushed on it, but it was locked. I shrugged my shoulders, but she was already running around to the side door. She grinned when it popped open in her hands. She motioned with a nod and darted inside. I had no choice but to follow her. The old gym seemed a little creepy at night now, but it never did when I was younger. We went hand in hand down to the boy’s locker room and pulled open the doors.
As soon as the doors closed, I locked my lips on hers. It had been so long, and I was feeling a little rise in my pants. Maybe the old locker room was exactly what we needed to get the fire going again. I pushed her against the wall and started kissing down her neck, paying attention to her ears and the tickling area right underneath that she loved so much. She let out a sigh in my ear and her lipstick drifted across them before her tongue came out and licked the bottom of my lobe. My fingers reached down and grabbed her ass while she started to pull my tie off. I was definitely hungry for her in a way I hadn’t been in years. My heart was racing so fast that the thumping seemed to go straight through her warm body and slam into the bricks behind her.
“Take me… Give me The Arm!” She said with an excited laugh.
And…it was over.
“Lacey… I shook my head. You know I don’t like that.” I pulled away and adjusted my tie.
“I’m sorry, Steve. I just got lost in the moment.” She used to call me The Arm, just like all of the boys did. After my injury, I blew up on her and she stopped using the nickname that was tied to so much pain and misery.
“I have an idea…” She pushed open the locker room and ran into the hallway.
I pulled out my pack of cigarettes and considered lighting one up, but I was literally staring at a No Smoking sign, so I decided against it. I had no idea what Lacey was doing, but I would entertain her antics for a little bit longer. As much as I loved her, things just were not working out for us sexually. It wasn’t her fault—God, it wasn’t her fault at all. She was still the gorgeous visage of perfection I remembered from my youth. The years had been kind to her, but not so much to me. In addition to the fucked up leg that gave me a slight limp in cold weather, my back was already starting to struggle with getting me out of bed in the morning and my face looked like I had aged twenty years instead of ten. I even had some gray showing, but I was too lazy and uncaring to fix it.
“Hey baby…” Lacey said as she pushed open the door again. “Can I call you The Arm now?” She stepped back into the room and I had to blink twice. She was wearing a Lincoln High cheerleader outfit. It still fit her perfectly. It wasn’t quite as modest as the ones in our time—girls had started showing a whole lot more since she last wore it.
“Where on earth did you find that?” I asked as I stood up and walked towards her.
“I found it in the girl’s locker room. They always kept a few spares and I guess times haven’t changed that much.” She wiggled her pompom ass at me and I felt my cock getting hard again.
I took her in my arms again, running my fingers underneath that cheerleader skirt like I did all those years ago. She felt fantastic in my hands and it was just like the old days. I started kissing her neck again, bringing my lips to hers and pressing with force as I pushed her against the wall. Our tongues intertwined and I felt like a teenager again. She pulled off my tie and started moving down the buttons on my shirt. Once she got halfway down, her hands went inside the button down dress shirt and pulled my undershirt loose. With my bare flesh exposed, she began running her fingers across my body as we passionately kissed—and then the little man gave up. He tapped out on the spot. The blood left him and he got limp and useless in my pants. I knew the moment was over. I pushed Lacey back and shook my head. She knew what that meant.
“I just don’t understand, baby!” She was nearly in tears. “Do you not find me attractive anymore?”
“Lacey, I love you. Of course I find you attractive. You’re gorgeous!” There was no denying that, she definitely was.
“Maybe I can help.” A crackled voice split the darkness between us and both of our eyes got wide. I knew that voice.
“Holy shit, Coach Daniels?” I looked over at the coach’s office and sure enough, he was standing in the doorway.
“Well, well, if it isn’t The Arm…and his Arm candy.”
He stepped into the light with a glass of brown liquid, which I assumed was some form of whiskey in his hand.
“Coach Daniels, do you live down here? What the hell?” Lacey started adjusting the piece of clothing I had dislodged as my hands went across her tight body.
“I’ve been living with my sister since the divorce. She doesn’t like me drinking around the kids and this is the cheapest bar in town.” He smiled and raised his glass.
Coach Daniels was a legend just like we were. He was a brand new coach, full of fire and energy, and fresh off of a run as the star quarterback at the University of Auburn when he came back to his hometown and started coaching football. Once he won that state championship—or more specifically, I won it—he was on contract for life. The school certainly wasn’t going to let go of the coach that won their only state championship, because lightning could certainly strike twice. It was his influence that got Auburn to look at me, and why I had a scholarship lined up. He tipped his drink back as we stared at him a little shocked and embarrassed.
“Sorry, coach.” I stood up and took Lacey’s arm in mine. “We will leave you to it.”
“Not yet you won’t.” He snapped back at me angrily. “What is it about this stunning goddess right here that can’t get your cock up and running, son?” Coach Daniels stepped into the ligh
t and looked at Lacey, tilting his head with a grin. His eyes were filled with so much lust I felt uncomfortable.
“Coach, it is complicated…” I said with a sigh.
“I bet. Is it because that little pecker of yours is still interested in Billy Travis?” Coach let out a little chuckle.
My face went white. Lacey turned to me with a shocked look on her face.
“Billy Travis? What the fuck, Steve?” Her breathing got more intense.
“Oh I guess lover boy here didn’t tell you about the time I caught him down here sucking Billy Travis off?” Coach shook his head.
“Coach!” I contorted my face into an angry glare.
It was true. One of the many times I thought it was safe to sneak down in the locker room, I experimented with a side of myself I haven’t visited since. Coach caught us in the act. All he saw was Billy’s fat cock in my mouth. What he didn’t see is that mine had just released a stream of cum in his. Coach paddled both of us that day, and we swore we would never speak of it again. Apparently, Coach Daniels doesn’t keep his promises when he drinks. I looked over at Lacey and she had a look of absolute shock and disgust on her face. I probably should have told her, but the right time for hey, I sucked a dick once didn’t seem to manifest itself. My doctor had asked if that was one of my problems, and I assured him it wasn’t. I definitely didn’t consider myself to be gay.
“Well now it all makes sense.” Lacey said as she pulled away from me. “Here I thought I was getting old and ugly, and I just don’t have the right equipment to play for your team.”
“You’re gorgeous darling.” Coach Daniels said.
“Thank you.” She looked from me to him.
“Lacey, it isn’t like that…” I tried to dispute the accusations, but I was certainly having a hard time.
“All this time, and now I get it. I should have married a real man.” She was spitting venom with her words.
“Lacey, I am a real man… Let’s get out of here and talk about this!” I insisted.