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Chapter 40 by twizted77 twizted77

What next?

Coach arrives

That was the point that everything changed, the moment Coach Jones, the head football coach, walked into the locker room. He was a giant of a man, standing over six-five and weighing at least three hundred and fifty pounds. His arms were huge, looking nore like tree trunks than human limbs.

"What the fuck is going on here?" he screamed as the last of the other boys scattered.

Coach charged right across the room to Steven and knelt down next too him.

"Are you alright, son?" he asked, his voice suddenly sounding as soft and tender ad Steven had ever heard it in all his years of football. "Did they...did they...**** you, or was this some kinda hazing?"

"They made me."

"I will kill thoses sons of bitches myself, everyone of em" Coach snapped. "Tell me who they are."

Steven thought long and hard about what Dick and the others had just done to him. It was ****, one of the most awful things that could happen to someone. It was a violation of trust and he would never be able to look at any of them the same again. But as awful as it was and as much as each of them needed to be punished, he had loved it. All those hard cocks and sticky loads of cum had opened his eyes to a world he had never imagined.

"I can't," he said.

"Fine, we will talk more about that later," Coach said. "For now, lets get you cleaned up."

Coach suddenly bent down and picked him up as if he weighed nothing. He carried him across the locker room and into his personal office as if he weighed nothing. He gently lay Steven down on the coach and walked to the tub in the corner, the one they used as both a hot tub and ice bath for injured or sore players.

After filling it with warm water her walked back to Steven.

"You are gonna be sore for a while," he said. "First we get you clean and then we will put something on your bottom to help with the soreness."

Without warning he reached out and helped Steven out of the cheerleading top. Then he helped slide the skirt down over his hips. His eyes hesitated for a moment when he saw the still rock hard penis that been hidden below.

"I'm guessing they didn't just pick you at random?" Coach asked. Steven shook his head. "What happened?"

"A girl caught me jacking off in a pair of panties," he said. "They found out. I've never had sex with a girl. I couldn't even get it up for the school slut, and she told them that too. I don't think they intended to do this, but...but once they had me in her uniform, things kinda got out of hand."

"Are you gay?"

"I don't think so," Steven said.

"Are you a girl?"

Steven stared at him silently for a long time. That thought had never crossed his mind before. He had a penis, how could be be a girl? Of course this was long before society had accepted the concept of multiple genders.

"Its okay," Coach said tenderly. "You don't have to know right now. Just keep in mind that its possible. You like wearing women's clothing. You aren't interested in girls, but you like guys. Just because you have a penis between your legs doesn't mean you were meant to be a girl."

Steven stared at him, shocked the idea.

"I lost my big brother because society wasn't ready for that idea," coach said. "If you think that could be you, I will do everything in my power to help you."

"I think you're right," Steven said as tears started streaming down his face.

Coach picked him up and helped him into the tub. While Steven found himself wishing the coach would touch him, he did nothing of the sort. He treated him with love and care.

After he was clean and dry, the coach applied some medicine to his sore asshole. Then noticed that Steven still had an erection.

"I'm gonna go find you some clothes. You need to take care of that while I'm gone."

Coach left him alone in his office. While he was gone, Steven did as he was told. While fantasizing about being a girl, he came for just the second time in his life.

A few minutes later he was dressed in some football shorts and a t-shirt. Coach gave him a ride home and reaffirmed his promise to help in anyway, whether it be just talking or helping him find who he really was.

Then he was gone and Steven headed into his house, a different person than he had been when he left.

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