How to Spot a Faggot

How To Spot a Faggot (Parts 1-4)

by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)

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Sam tells the Coach he may be gay. The Coach uses

him to teach sex education to a bunch of young jocks.

Poor Sam.  MM/m-teen, exh, nc, 1st, mast huml,

forced nudity)

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Part One

Coach Jim Carroll faced the room of hunky college

freshmen jocks. He was to give them a lecture on sex

education at the very well known Private College. But

his lectures were of a special variety, designed to

make sure the boys became aware of the dangers of

sexual misconduct.

Coach Carroll stood at his lectern, and next to him sat a

nice looking boy covered with what seemed to be a large

hospital gown. The boy seated looked very, very nervous

and somewhat intimidated. His large dark eyes kept

flashing at the rows of muscular jock boys who sneered

in his direction. They knew the score and what was

about to happen. Coach Carroll' lectures were famous.

"Now Boys," Coach Carroll began. "You are well aware that I

am known for being honest and straight with my boys. I

lay it on the line and don't pull any punches. One of

the major things you have to watch out for on any

college campus is faggots! Good looking muscular young

jocks like you will have faggots hitting on you all the

time. And I don't want you to fall prey to their sick,

disgusting, perverted seductions."

"No way, Doc," One of the cute boys in the front row

shouted in his manly voice, and the other boys agreed.

"No faggot is touching me..." another chimed in. "I'll

kill the fucker."

Sam, the boy seated on the bench looked at the

bulked up bodies of the jock boys. The bulges in their

pants seemed gigantic.

"Yes boys, but you don't always know when you are being

stalked by a dirty motherfucking cocksucking little

faggot. Some kid on campus acts like your friend, all

buddy buddy, works out with you maybe...and all the

time he really wants to get into your pants. He wants

to his hands and his mouth and his pussy around your

big hunk of fuckmeat.

"That's how faggots are. That's all they think about...

getting cock. They are the most disgusting animals on

earth. And think of what happens to your reputation if

it becomes known that you have been hanging around with

a faggot. You could be ruined. So you can't wait until

the cuntboy makes his move. You gotta learn boys, how

to recognize a faggot at first glance."

"That's easy Doc...they are all lispy with weak wrists

and pussy walks," One big brush cut jock shouted and

everyone laughed.

"Yes, Anthony, that kind of faggot is easy to spot.

Cocksuckers who stare at your crotch when they talk to

you, the ones who stand next to you when you are

pissing and try to get a look at your prick. But what

about the faggots who seem normal? What about the ones

who are on your very team...how do you spot them? How

do you defend against them? That's what this class is

all about. How to spot a faggot! And we are very lucky

today because we have our own live cocksucking, queer

boy sluntcunt faggot to help me with my lecture. Boys,

I'd like you to meet Faggot Sam."

The Doc pointed over at Sam, looking very scared

and insecure. "Sam the queer here confided to me

that he was gay, thinking I would have some sympathy

for the little son of a bitch. But Sam here can't

afford to be kicked out of school because if he is, he

will be disinherited by his Daddy. So Sam here has

to help us out today with our how to spot a faggot

class. STAND UP CUNT!"

Sam rose to his feet. His bare feet. He felt so

awkward wearing the hospital gown in front of all the

boys.

"Sam here is eighteen and a freshman just like

you...that means he's probably been scoping out your

dicks and balls in the locker room. How does that make

you boys feel?"

"Kill the fucker!" one boy yelled and the others joined

in.

The Doc smiled. "Not until after our class." That got a

big laugh from everyone except Sam. "Sam is of

Irish descent and has been a cocksucking queer since

he was fifteen. Isn't that right, Faggot?"

"Yes Sir..." Sam answered looking at the floor in

shame.

"I'm going to point out to you boys, using Sam the

Faggot as my model, exactly how to spot a faggot queer.

Stand up on the chair, Cunt!" The Doc sure knew how to

treat faggots...the jock boys all admired him for it.

He was very popular with the boys. He was known for his

excellent full body massages that he gave the boys

after their games.

"Please, Sir...don't make me do this. I've never even

done anything gay. I just told you I had these

feelings. Please don't make me do this..." Sam

almost started to cry.

"Shut the fuck up Cuntface and get up on the chair. Or

do you want me to telephone your daddy and tell him

what a fucked up faggot his son is?"

Sam climbed up and stood on the chair. The guys in

the room hooted and whistled for the faggot. Doc

laughed good naturedly. "Now Faggot, lift up your skirt

and show us those pretty faggot legs of yours. Boys,

faggots often pride themselves on their legs. They

admire and try to copy the legs of the old female movie

stars. They often exercise their legs and try to get

them to look like the gams of a cunt.

"They don't like them too heavily muscled. Now this

spic faggot may look like he has strong swimmers legs

to you, but don't be fooled by that. He likes to have

his legs up in the air spread with a nice big dick up

his ass. Keep that skirt up Faggot! Turn left and

right, show the boys your faggot legs. Boys, the only

way to tame a faggot, in fact the only way to treat a

faggot is to degrade and humiliate him in public.

"It's the only thing that works with them. Use every

opportunity you have to fucking destroy any faggot you

meet, especially in public. Otherwise they get uppity

and arrogant. That's how this whole disgusting gay

marriage thing got started. If they knew their places,

they wouldn't dare even mention something like that.

The proper place for a faggot is between your legs

sucking on your dick when your girlfriend is on the rag

and can't fuck."

The boys cheered the coach long and hard.

"The place for a faggot is licking your ass clean after

you take a shit and have run out of toilet paper!"

The boys cheered again.

"Lets' get this Faggot's dress off and show you what

the body of a fucking homo cuntboy looks like! Turn

around, Fartface!" Sam the faggot choked back a sob

and turned so the Coach could unfasten his hospital

gown. He prayed to God to spare him from being stripped

naked in front of this classroom filled with jock boys.

What would they do to him?

Part 2

"Now Boys," the good Doc went on, as the hospital gown

fell away from a totally humiliated Sam, "You will

notice that this faggot has broken a rule here today.

He is wearing a jock strap. Faggot's should not be

allowed to wear jock straps. Jock straps are for

Jocks... they're to cover manly cocks and balls, not

little faggot clits.

"If you ever see this cuntboy wearing a jock strap or

boys underwear around school, you feel free to beat the

shit out of him. He is to wear panties, pink panties at

all times."

The boys hooted.

"Make sure you check his panties several times each day

to make sure he is complying."

Sam couldn't hold back the tears. "Look the faggot

is crying cause he is so happy that at last real men

are going to watch over him and mentor him."

The faggot boy stood there on the chair in only his

jock strap. His body was not particularly muscular, but

he was a good boy and the only mistake he had made had

been to confide to the Coach that he sometimes had

homosexual thoughts. He had never had any gay

experience of any kind...but it didn't matter. They

wouldn't listen, and they threatened to ruin his whole

life. So he stood there dressed in only his jock strap,

with the entire class of jock boys making fun of him.

"He hasn't got much of a dick lump..." one of the boys

shouted.

"Very good observation Alston. Many faggots, but not

all, become cuntboys because they do not have the cock

equipment to fuck girls. Because they can never please

a girl with their only inferior cocklets, they must

seek pleasure by turning their own assholes into cunts

and taking guys' fuckmeat. This is one common reason a

boy might turn into a faggot. But we'll see more of

that pathetic dick later. Let's concentrate on the

faggot's face cunt for a moment. Open your face cunt,

Faggot!" The Doc whacked poor young Sam with the

stick and the frightened boy opened his mouth.

"This is a face cunt. It's called that on a faggot

because this is where straight guys get to stick their

dicks when they need to dump a load of ball juice.

Remember boys, there is nothing queer about unloading

in a faggot's mouth. Its just a way to get a little

relief during a day full of pressure. If you need to

release a load of fuck cream, just grab a passing

faggot in school, drag him into one of the bathrooms

and say.." On your Knees Cunt!" The faggot should drop

and open his face cunt at once.

"If he doesn't, he needs to be punished. So take his

name and tell your buddies so you can arrange a special

party for the fuckhole. The only purpose to keep

faggots on campus at all is so they can suck dick

during the day and give the straight dudes some release

of tension. We are thinking about making all faggots

wear pink tee shirts so they can be easily recognized

in the school halls. If there are five or six of you

and not enough time between classes for the faggot to

suck you all, have him keep a list and take

reservations.

"When a faggot sucks dick, he must never neglect a

guy's fuck sacks. You know how great it feels to get

your balls licked, and so make sure the faggot does a

thorough job on both balls and dick. Faggot stick out

your cocksucer tongue. Boys a faggots tongue is not

only good for licking dick and balls. It is also

excellent for sticking up the asshole and licking the

inside of a guy's itchy rectum. Wiggle your tongue,

Faggot! See that wide tongue wiggling, boys, imagine

how good that would feel up your sweaty asshole. You

might bring a faggot to your dorms or frat houses and

take turns sitting on his face at night while you do

your homework or watch TV. But don't let the tongue do

all the work."

Sam stood there moving his tongue up and down while

the Coach pointed to it with his pointer. He felt so

vulnerable, so damaged. He wanted to die.

"Make sure the faggot uses his lips to suck your

assholes too. Sucking with the lips combined with good

tongue thrusting, provides the perfect ass suck. I know

that most jocks never get their asses sucked enough to

please them. Chicks are so funny about that kind of

thing. So you should have your own personal ass sucking

faggot ready to do your bidding 24/7. There is nothing

unmanly about having a personal faggot to serve you.

Look at this pathetic ass wipe. He has no purpose in

life except to serve dick and balls and man ass. All

right Cunt Face, enough with the tongue already."

The guys laughed and Sam stop wiggling his tongue.

"Now turn around Cuntboy, and show the jocks in this

class your pussy!"

"Please Sir, I'm begging you, "THWACK ... THE DOC'S

POINTER SLAPPED DOWN ON SAM'S NAKED FLESH. "I said,

turn around, Fuckhole!" Sam sniffed back the tears

and turned so his ass showed to the boys in the class.

"Now, at first glance this may look like a normal ass,

but it's not. You see, instead of just an asshole like

you boys have, a faggot develops an asshole that is

anatomically also a pussy. With repeated fucking, the

asshole elongates like a cunt and the ass lips actually

swell up and start to look like cuntlips. A Faggots

asspussy, unlike a normal guy's asshole, can also be

stretched to extreme degrees, much like a cunt can

stretch when giving birth. One fun game for straight

jocks to play is to see what kinds of large objects

they can shove up the cunt of a Faggot!

"You'll be amazed what it can take. Oh the faggot will

scream and cry and carry on like the dizzy cunt he is,

but just ignore his pain. You know that secretly he

loves it. Stick your asscunt out a little Faggot so the

boys can see it. We'll spread those cheeks later and

get a closer look at the pussy itself."

"Oh God...." Sam cried.

Thwack, the stick snapped against his ass cheeks.

"Don't take the name of the Lord in vain, Twatbrain."

The Coach looked at the class. "Are there any

questions so far?"

Jeff, a big muscled blond jock in the rear raised his

large hand.

"Doc, is queer for a normal guy to fuck faggot ass?"

The Coach smiled. " Good question Jeff, and an

important one. NO. It is not queer at all for a big

manly jock to once in a while fuck some faggot ass. You

and I both know that guys your age need sexual relief a

lot more than girls are often willing to do it. And

then of course girls have periods. While some guy

settle for blow jobs on the side, others seek real

fucking.

Fucking some faggot ass is quite a normal activity for

healthy boys. Remember that the faggot's asshole is

really part pussy, so there is nothing queer about you

wanting to fuck it. Besides, many faggots like this one

here are such sissy boys that its lots of fun to abuse

and humiliate them and then fuck their boy cunts until

they cant walk. You must never feel awkward or guilty

about getting an urge to fuck boycunt. It does not make

you less manly in any way."

"How often can a guy fuck faggot ass and still be a

normal guy though..."

"There is no set number. It depends on if your

girlfriend is available, cause then we know you'd

rather be fucker her. But shit, all guys need variety

sometimes. I'd say, a jock can fuck faggot pussy seven

or eight times a week and still feel perfectly

masculine. Of course he can get blow jobs from boycunts

anytime he wants.

"Many senior jocks here at the university keep faggots

by their beds all night just to have the queers suck

them off if they get the urge to unload. Also of course

to use as a toilet! Having a faggot kneel by your bed

at night, saves having to walk all the way down to the

dorm toilet. Fagots make wonderful urinals. All right,

any more questions? Are we ready to continue? Let's

take a closer look at the faggot'sa tits."

Part 3

Coach Jim Carroll was in his element. He was in front of

a room filled with horny hunky straight jock teenage

boys, and he was having some fun degrading and

humiliating a faggot. Nothing could be hotter as far as

the medical man was concerned.

Poor young Sam, on the other hand was feeling

awful. He felt like he might faint any moment. Here he

was, standing on a chair in front of a room filled with

guys from his new school. He was dressed in only a jock

strap, and all kinds of terrible accusations were being

leveled at him. He cursed himself for ever trusting the

Coach enough to talk to him about his sexual

insecurities. How could they treat another human being

with such scorn and contempt? Sam kept hoping this

was only a terrible dream from which he would

momentarily awaken.

"Now boys, let's take a look at the faggot's tits. One

sure way to spot a faggot is by the tits. Many, but

again I stress, not all, faggots have tits that

resemble the udders of a budding teenage girl. The

stereotypical faggot chest is not tight and hard with

well formed pec slabs like all of you boys have the

typical faggot chest sags a bit, is somewhat soft, and

often sports large nipples that look like they should

be giving milk to a baby's mouth."

The guys in the room laughed again, and some were

openly rubbing their crotches. The Coach saw this and

smiled. These horny boys needed some sexual release. He

reached up and grabbed some of Sams tit. He

squeezed the tit flesh. It was true that Sam, while

having a nice body, was in no way muscular. His chest

was soft and smooth. Then the Coach grabbed one of

Sam's large nipples and squeezed and twisted it.

Sam almost lost his balance on the chair.

"See boys? Doesn't this udder look just bursting with

titty milk? You can almost see it squirting out. I've

seen some jock boys I know have lots a fun working over

a faggots titties for hours on end, trying to get them

to squirt milk." Coach Carroll set his pointer aside for

a moment and then reached up and grabbed a faggot tit

in each hand and began to tug. Sam was almost

pulled down off the chair, as the Coach yanked on his

now swollen and sore nipples. The doc tugged first one

then the other tit like he was milking a cow. The guys

in the room clapped their hands in rhythm and roared

with laughter.

God Damn, but Doc Carroll was a great guy!

"Ugh...you're hurting me. Stop Please!" Sam

grunted, but Doc Carroll was putting on a good show for

his students.

"No milk?" he said, twisting the raw nipples. "She must

have given all her tit juice to some stray puppies she

found on the street." Then he stepped back and took a

little bow to more applause from the boys.

"Okay Faggot, off with the jock strap. And from now on

remember, only pink panties! And boys, when this faggot

swims in gym class... I want you to make damn sure that

he's not wearing a swim suit, only a nice pink thong!

We want everybody in the school to know he's a cock

hungry faggot at all times!" The Coach whacked poor

Sam with his stick. "You hear me, Cuntface, get

that jock strap off!"

Sam started to peel down his jock strap. The

muscular boys in the class watching him, leaned forward

in their seats, anticipating the kid's complete

humiliation. The jock pouch came down and Sam

stepped out of it. The guys busted a gut as the

Faggot's rather small penis was revealed. Sam had

never been so embarrassed in his young life. To have to

stand there totally bare assed naked in front of those

jocks.

Coach Carroll laughed too. "Oh, you boys are way ahead

of me. You can see already what a pathetic little worm

this Faggot has between his legs. When I gave him his

entrance physical I had to do everything I could to

keep from laughing out loud. Sam was crying now,

and he brought his hands together in front of his

teenage genitals. The Coach thwacked him with the

stick. "Hands at your side, Faggot!" Sam complied.

"Look at this boys! It looks more like a clit than a

dick! Stand up straight boy!" The Coach took the boy's

small shriveled dick in one hand. "It really is more

like a large clitty than a cock at all. I mean, anyone

can see even in it's flaccid state that it's way too

small to ever fuck a girl." The Coach fingered

Sam's tiny prick. The boy wanted to die of shame.

"Alston, how big does your prick hang flaccid?"

A really cute 18 year old jock in the second row

blushed a bit as the guys turned toward him. "Six and a

half inches, Sir." The guys cheered and several slapped

Alston on the back.

"Ortega?"

A sultry looking Latino hunk smiled. "Mine hangs five

inches with another inch of foreskin."

The Coach nodded and smiled. "You see. And the faggot

here hangs...let me see...," he grabbed a tape measure

and put it to the boy's tiny dick. "About two inches!"

THE ROOM ROCKED WITH LAUGHTER.

"So you see, gentlemen," the Doc raised a hand to calm

the uproar, "the faggot really has more of a clit than

a cock! That's true of many faggots. That's why they so

worship the fuckmeat of real men. That and the fact the

Faggot's favorite food is dicksauce!" Some of the boys

were laughing so hard that tears were streaking their

faces. Others couldn't wait to get the faggot alone

outside of the classroom to have a little fun with the

boycunt!

"Please, Sir. I don't feel good. I need to go to the

bathroom...!"

The Faggot whispered, tears on his face too, but not

from laughing.

"You need to take a piss? Perfect! The Coach held up a

plastic cup.

Part 4

"Please Sir, I can't piss in front of all these guys.

Please don't make me..." Sam was actually begging.

It was so fucking hot. Even the straight guys in the

room had boners from watching the pussyqueer beg and

whimper. Somehow, watching faggots being degraded makes

most straight guys sexually hot. I guess it just

reminds them of what men they are.

"Shut the Fuck up Cuntface!" Coach Carroll shouted, and

the guys in the room cheered. He loved it when they

idolized him. "Take a faggot piss in that plastic cup

right now, or I get on the horn and tell your daddy

that his son is a cocksucking faggot and will be kicked

out of our school!"

Poor young Sam, what could he do? He took a deep

breath. He felt sick to his stomach. He held his dick

in his hand and tried to piss. The guys in the

classroom leaned forward. He had to take a piss in

front of all these jocks. They would all see the piss

shooting out of his dick. Sam squeezed his eyes

shut. "Please help me to get out of this mess, God..."

he prayed. But God was busy helping straight boys. So

Sam had to piss. His hand shook as it held the

plastic cup. He sighed and let the piss flow.

"Now notice boys how thin and weak his piss stream is.

That's because most faggots have very small piss holes.

Not like yours. I'll bet most of you guys can almost

get a little finger in your piss slit its so big...and

I know that when you piss, its a real gusher.!

Sometimes in the locker room, I can hear your piss

hitting the porcelain of the urinals, and it sounds

like fucking Niagara Falls." The guys cheered. "I don't

know if any of you dudes have ever tried pissing up the

twat or ass of the girl you are dating, but it's quite

a rush. You really ought to try it. It's also lots of

fun to piss into the mouth or up the ass of a faggot.

If there was any justice in this world, we wouldn't

need urinals at all. We'd just have a bunch of faggots

on their knees all day in the men's rooms...mouths

open, ready to take our piss." The jocks were really

tugging at their crotches now, squeezing their hard

dick lumps, wanting their pricks out in the open so

they could jerk them. Most of them couldn't wait until

class was over, so they could call up their twats and

arrange a fuck date.

Sam stood there and pissed. His tiny dick filled

the cup half full of piss. Then the Coach took the cup

with the warm liquid and held it up. "Also notice boys

how weak and pale the Faggot piss is. Not strong and

yellow like your piss. Well Faggot, here you go." He

handed the glass back to the faggot.

"What should I do with it?" The faggot asked.

"Drink it, you dumb cocknob!" one of the boys yelled,

and all the guys busted a gut.

"Oh God, I can't do that. Please don't make me do

that!"

"You heard the boys. A faggot has to learn to always

follow the orders of real men. He has no choice. That's

his life. He must do whatever straight guys say. So

Faggot, open up and have a nice drink. Drain the

glass."

Wasn't it bad enough that he had to stand bare assed

naked on a chair in front of these guys and take a piss

into a glass. Must he also be subjected to the total

humiliation of having to drink it besides? I guess so!

With trembling hand, Sam raised the cup to his

lips. He could smell his piss. The cup felt warm. He

opened his mouth and started to sip the urine. He

gagged and put a hand to his mouth.

"If that's puke you're spitting up boy, better swallow

it again. If you vomit, I swear to God, I'll make you

lick it up!"

Sam swallowed his bile and then swallowed the piss.

He decided if he drank it quickly, he wouldn't taste so

much of it.

"Whoa, hold on there Faggot...I want you to swish it

around in your mouth like fine wine. Gargle with it

before you swallow it." The sadistic Coach wasn't

missing a trick. "I want you boys to make this Faggot

drink your piss every chance you get. I want to see him

walking around with his stomach bloated with piss until

he looks like a pregnant sow!"

Sam curled his toes on the chair and cried so hard

he got the hiccups as he sloshed the piss around in his

mouth.

"At the end of today's class, I'm going to send you

boys into the bathroom with beer bottles. I want you to

return with them filled with your piss. That way, the

faggot will have plenty of refreshment over the next

few days."

Sam's stomach rumbled from the piss he had drunk.

He handed the glass back to the Coach.

"Now that his bladder is empty, let's measure his clit

and balls again. My God, Boys, look...they are even

smaller than before!"

"Doc," Alston yelled, "He must use a tweezers and

magnifying glass to jerk off."

The good Coach laughed. "Well speaking of jerking off,

lets see how someone with a tiny dick this size does

it. Okay Sam, show us how a faggot jerks off."

Eighteen year old Sam couldn't believe his ears.

They expected him to masturbate right in front of all

of them!

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How to Stop a Faggot - 5

by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)

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Sam the faggot's torment increases even more.

(MM/m-teen, exh, nc, 1st, mast huml, ws)

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Eighteen year old Sam stood there in front of the

classroom filled with jocks trying to jerk his small

prick. The more he yanked on the cock, the more they

roared with laughter. He couldn't seem to even get it

very hard. It was because he was nervous and scared out

of his mind.

"Isn't that the most pathetic thing you fellas have

ever seen?" the Coach joked and the guys applauded.

"Come on Cunt, we haven't got all day. Finger that clit

until you cum."

Poor young Sam, covered with shame stood there on

the chair and fingered his dick. He couldn't even

really pump it because it was too small. Instead he

kind of rolled it in his fingers. Nothing much seemed

to happen. Sam grew more and more embarrassed.

"Jesus, my ten year old brother jerks off with a better

boner than that..." one of the boys yelled.

The Coach smiled, "That's because your ten year old

brother isn't a faggot. Maybe you should bring him in

to demonstrate for the faggot." Then the Coach grunted

and slapped away Sam's hand. "Oh for God's sake

Twat-face let me help you." He grabbed the boy's

rubbery teen prick in his hand and started to yank and

jerk on it. He yanked so hard, Sam almost fell off

the chair.

"That's it Doc, pull the fucking clit off of her,"

Alston yelled. Poor Sam didn't think such shame

humanly possible. How could he live through this?

"Jesus, boys, this cunt of a girlie-boy just isn't

responding. He needs something to stimulate him.

Cortez, strip down and show the faggot what a real

man's dick looks like."

Cortez who was very handsome and something of a show

off was up in the center of the room in an instant. He

stripped off his jeans and sweatshirt and stood there

in just his white briefs. Then he hooked his thumbs in

and stripped them down. He had a fine muscular body and

a huge horse cock that hung almost eight inches

flaccid. He danced around in front of Sam so his

fat fuck-meat swung and bounced. The guys roared with

laughter.

"Look at that cunt-stuffer Sam," the Coach said

pulling on the freshman's tiny pecker meat. "Look at

his fuck-meat and look at yours. A perfect picture of a

clit and a dick. Cortez, bring that huge hunk of

horsemeat up here and stand next to Sam so the guys

in the class can see the cock and the clit side by

side. see boys, all Sam here has is the clit of a

ten year old girl. Look at that big dick Sam. Look

at the huge horse-cock on Cortez and imagine it deep

into your pussy or deep down your throat. You'd like

that wouldn't you Sam, wouldn't you? You fucked up

homosexual cum-slut. Look boys he's responding, one

look at the dick on Cortez and our little faggot got

hot and leaky. How can your girlfriend take that hunk

of meat Cortez?"

Cortez laughed. Shit he was handsome. "She ain't got no

choice. I drive her to school in the morning because

she's only in eighth grade, and then after school I

fuck her at her house. On weekends we get creative, she

licks my nuts after a game, and I don't shower so she

gets all the flavor, and then she sucks my asshole for

a couple of hours."

The Coach was pumping Sam's tiny prick furiously

now. "She is certainly a lucky girl. I'll bet she

really loves you."

Cortez put his hands on his hips and twisted back and

forth so his fat long dick swung and slapped against

his hips. You could hear his huge balls hitting his

thighs. "She loves my dick is what she loves. she

fucking can't live without it. But I'm gonna dump her

soon. I got my eye on her little sister."

The Coach nodded. "get 'em while they're young boy!"

The guys in the room all agreed and applauded. "Oh my,

I think that did it, I think the faggot is about to

cum, everyone look, come on up here and gather around

if you like. Watch the faggot shoot his cunt cream.

Beat your clit faggot!" The guys crowded around, Cortez

still bare-assed and proud of it, to get a closer look

at the squirting faggot clit. Sam was crying and

pumping his clit. "Oh Please God, let this be over." He

prayed to himself. All at once he grunted and shot a

dribble of cum into the plastic cup. He bent over with

the power and pain of his orgasm.

"That's it? That's all he's gonna cum?" Cortez asked

not believing his eyes.

"Faggots don't cum as much as straight boys, and the

cum is often watery. It's because inside its mixed

already with cunt juice because a faggot produces half

cum and half cunt sauce in his balls. Notice how watery

it is."

"Jesus, now his clit is getting even smaller. It's like

a little button or something."

"That's because the center of a faggot isnt in his dick

like it is with you guys, his center is in his pussy.

Let's take a closer look at the faggot's pussy shall

we. Let's put this cup of cum aside, as it will later

be the faggot's lunch!"