Coaching Kelli

While Kelli was nervous about being left behind by Jon, he was definitely not alone. The locker room was still filled with satisfied football players, all of whom had kindly taken the time to stop over and give his breasts a squeeze of gratitude for the help that Kelli had provided earlier. Two or three of them even bent to give him a kiss on his lips, something he hadn’t anticipated, but he know how physical men could be with each other in sports environments, so Kelli went with it.

“You were pretty good with my boys, whore,” the coach said coming up behind Kelli, wrapping his beefy arms around the cheerleader’s thin waist, “but I think it’s time you gave me a little attention.”

Whatever it was that the coach had in mind, Kelli knew that he would be up for it. The older man had been nothing but welcoming and friendly, any why would this be any different? Besides, he loved his new job at the stadium! Maybe if he impressed the coach, he’d be able to stay on a little longer, even extend his time in Girl World.

“That sounds like fun,” Kelli cooed, wagging his rear end back and forth, rubbing up against the coach’s groin. He hoped he wasn’t being too annoying to the older man, but Kelli really wanted to remind him of how good his dancing skills were, his in-tune he was with his body. If the coach only thought of Kelli as someone who could do first aid as he and Jon had done on the players, Kelli would be in jeopardy of losing his position on the field!

The coach grunted a guttural response, released one hand from Kelli’s waist, slipping it between the two. Kelli could feel him fumbling for a moment, then he heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down.

His pants must be chafing him due to my dance moves, he thought, poor thing.

The next sound Kelli heard was the coach’s pants hitting the floor. Probably for the best. Kelli was in no mood to stop showing off, but the last thing he wanted was to injure the coach, especially after he’d made Kelli and Jon feel so welcome.

That’s when he felt something different.

The coach’s hand had returned around Kelli’s waist, but so whatever it was poking between Kelli’s butt cheeks had to be something different. It was hard, it was hot, but other than that, Kelli could not discern what it was.

“Whatcha doing back there?” Kelli tried to stay playful, “You got something for me?”

“Oh I got something for ya, alright,” the coach pulled Kelli into him, pressing the object tighter in.

Curious, the younger man slipped a hand behind him to see what it was that the coach had, but could find no way between their bodies, so tightly held he was. Instead, not wanting to look untrusting, he slid his arm up the side of the coach’s body, gently wrapping it around his neck. Two could play the game of holding on!

The coach grunted again, then pressed his groin in again, matching Kelli’a gyrations. Was this a dance lesson?! Kelli knew that the coach was great at football, but discovering that he was so versatile so as to be able to teach cheerleader as well was amazing.

The object wedged deeper.

“Your moves are so good,” Kelli breathed, pressing into the object, feeling it press into his asshole slightly, enjoying the sensation, knowing that it would lead to a broader understanding of his craft, “I think I could learn a lot from you.”

“You have no idea,” the coach gave a big thrust, penetrating Kelli deeply, forcing him forward into the lockers.

It happened so fast, so intensely. Kelli opened his mouth to say something, to engage with his mentor, to thank him for the instruction, but no sound came.

Instead the room began to spin. He tried to stay focussed, but after only a moment Kelli lost track of where he was, what he was doing, who he was.

Then it all went black.