The next day

You wake up, full of regret you can't believe you did that, you ate your own cum while thinking of a hung black stud, and you loved it! What the fuck is wrong with you? You think, there's no way I'll ever do that again. It does, this time you try to stay as far from the other guys in the shower so they don't see just how much precum is leaking out of your tiny white dick.

Then you go home and repeat last night, you think of Amelia, only to start thinking of those big black cocks all over again, and every time you cum you think of Malik without fail. His voice rings in your head like a gong every time you blow your load.

Then it happens again, and again, and again. After two weeks you're not thinking of Amelia anymore, at least not by herself, she always has to be riding a big black cock, or sucking one, or getting gangbanged. The only thing that stays the same is Maliks calm, soothing, deep voice. Now though you fantasize of him telling you just how much of a slut you are for his cock, his thick, veiny cock. You find yourself so easily distracted when you watch the football team now, constantly thinking of their massive dicks swaying back and forth as they run.

You repeat the cycle for days, you begin to lose track of time, you're only gauge is how many wins the team has, you're currently at 6 and are about to face you're biggest rivals next week. You haven't worked out or touched anything healthy since you failed to make the team, you start to notice just how lithe and feminine your body was before. Your ass is more full, you can even twerk! You have a softer appearance now, your body has just the right jiggle to it. Coach Johnson calls you into his office the week before the big game, most likely because he noticed you slaking on the job.

You walk into his office fearing the worse, but you don't know what to say to him to explain why you've been doing so badly. "Yeah sorry coach I've recently discovered I'm a faggot for your star players" Though you wanted it to be a joke, you become instantly aroused by the thought.

When you walked into Coach Johnsons office, all the blinds were closed, he was at his desk shirtless. You hesitantly approached the nearest chair and took a seat, unable to keep your eyes off his gorgeous body. As you sat down you felt a bit of fear creep down your back, but it was soon replaced with excitement.

"I know why you're slaking." He said bluntly

"You do sir?"

"Happens to every little whiteboy that's all to eager to play football."

"What do you mean sir?"

"Don't pretend with me boy." He replied with a devilish smirk.

You couldn't find the words to speak, you just sat there and stared at the coaches amazing abs. He then stood up and you could see a massive buldge in his pants. You couldn't look away, you were entranced by the thought of just how big his cock was, it had to be at least ten inches if not much more. You then heard coach snapping his fingers loudly and snapped out of it.

"There it is!" He laughed.You felt your cheeks get hot as you were showered with shame and embarrassment. "I've got a new spot on the team for you, it's very special, but you're going to have to prove you deserve it."

"How"

"I think you know damn well how, slut." Coach began to take off his jeans and you stood in full glory of the most beautiful cock you've ever seen, it was hung and as thick as a soda can.

"So how are you going to prove your worth sissy?"

You were now uncontrollably aroused as you considered your options.