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Subject: {ASSM} Song of the South  Go, Bulldogs, Go!  chapter 5
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This is a nasty story that contains non-consensual interracial M/M sex
and a little M/F sex.  If that offends you, go away.  If you like it,
please let the author know at mannygotrocks at yahoo dot com.

Song of the South

Go, Bulldogs, Go!
Chapter 5
by
Manny Gotrocks

Dick Bender was flustered.  Ever since he had observed Eddie Robinette
buttfucking Jamil Whitaker his mind had kept returning to the scene.
It hadn't kept him from doing his job and it certainly hadn't
prevented him from enjoying the morning pussy party with the
cheerleaders, but he couldn't get it out of his head.  Afraid that he
would become distracted and neglect his duties as coach, he told the
office he would be out for a few hours and went to see the only man he
trusted to talk about this.

Gus Suggs had coached at Ambrosia High for over thirty years.  Bender
had played for him in high school.  When he returned after college,
Suggs (by this time retired) helped get him a job on the staff.  The
old man was Bender's mentor as the younger coach ascended the ranks.
Now Suggs was pretty much housebound, living in a spacious brick house
on the north side of town, attended by round-the-clock home health-
care workers.  One of them answered Bender's ring of the doorbell.
She was medium height, blond, cute.  Her light-blue scrub top
stretched appealingly over a set of full titties.  As she turned to
lead him into the room where Suggs was, Bender could see that she
wasn't wearing panties under her thin cotton scrub pants, although
maybe she was wearing a thong.

Gus Suggs sat in a big overstuffed recliner, a blanket over his lap
and his once-burly upper body clad in a red Bulldogs sweatshirt.  His
shoulders slumped like an old man's, but his eyes were still sharp.

"What can I do for you, stud?" he asked, his voice gravelly where it
had once been sharp and strong.  He gestured to a chair placed at a
forty-five degree angle to his.  Bender sat down.

"I don't know how to say this, Coach, so I'll just come out with it.
I was watching film the other night and I caught two of my boys in the
shower."  Bender paused and took a deep breath.  "Fucking."

To his surprise, Suggs nodded.  "One black, one white?"  Puzzled,
Bender nodded.  This seemed to confirm something for Suggs.  "Let me
guess--white boy was cornholing the black boy, right?"

"Yeah," Bender said.  "How--"

"Happens every year.  Always that way.  They're just playing grab-ass
is all."

"Well, that's not all," Bender began.  "Ever since I saw it, I can't...
I just can't stop thinking about it."

Suggs looked at him.  "You afraid you're a fag?"

Bender shrugged.  "I don't think so.  I mean, I haven't started
looking at boys, I still want women, but why do I keep thinking about
it?"

Suggs tapped the younger man's knee with a gnarled old hand.  "Son,
think nothing of it.  Most natural thing in the world.  Let me ask
you, this black boy, he got some talent?"  Bender nodded.  "But
doesn't listen too good, needs discipline?"  Bender nodded again,
amazed at the old man's perception.  Suggs shook his head and leaned
back in his chair.  "You've just noticed a pussy boy."

"What?" Bender asked.

"Pussy boy.  Your black athletes, they need discipline, all of 'em,
but some of 'em just need a little extra.  They need to be put in
their place.  You're their coach, it's your job."

"My job to...?"

"Let me as you this.  Ever since you seen that, you been thinking
about what it'd be like to put your own pecker in that boy's
cornhole.  Am I right?"  Bender grimaced and nodded slowly.  Suggs
waved a dismissive hand at him.  "Don't be embarrassed.  Ever year I
had one, sometimes two of 'em that I took care of."

Bender gaped at the old man.  "Really?"

"You bet."  Suggs looked directly at the younger man.  "No better way
to let your Negro athlete know where he stands than by using your
pecker."  The old man looked up toward the ceiling, his eyes drifting
back in memory.  "I remember back, oh, over thirty years ago, one boy
in particular.  You remember Darnell Dawson?"

Bender gulped.  When the coach was in grade school, Darnell Dawson had
been the star of the Ambrosia Bulldogs, six feet and one hundred eight-
five pounds of strength and speed.  "Sure, I remember him."

"He always had the talent, but he didn't like to be coached.  Wanted
to do things his own way.  Well, I knew what had to be done, so one
night after practice I called him into my office.  Darnell liked to be
the last one out of the locker room, so I waited until the other boys
left and called him into the office.  He walked in naked as a jaybird,
his big ole dick just a'swingin'.  He liked that too.  Thought he was
challenging you when all he was really doin' was advertisin' what he
wanted.  Well, I stood him there and told him how he was about to lose
his starting position as tailback--which is kind of funny, now that I
think about it, him being a 'tail'back.  He started to blubber and say
he was sorry and he'd do better.  At the moment he meant it, but I
knew it wouldn't last.  Long story short, I put him on all fours on
that office floor and rode his black butthole like it was a pony.  I
fucked him 'til my pecker went off like a Roman candle.  I musta put a
cup or two of spunk in his belly.

"Now, here's a key thing.  Darnell's dick was so big that while is was
cornholing him the head was rubbing on the office floor.  Well, he got
hard from all that friction and in the middle of me fucking him, he
spunked all over the floor.  I mean, there was a puddle of jizz right
there in the floor.  That's a key, by the way.  Always make them come
first.  Shames 'em.

"Well, after that, I had him where I wanted him.  The next week, he
tore up the field for over two hundred yards and I realized that the
more I humiliated him, the more he took it out on the other team.  So
I started experimenting.  One evening, he was taking a piss before his
shower, just buck naked at the urinal.  I snuck up behind him and just
stuffed my hard pecker up his asshole and started peein' myself.  He
was pinned there while I just pissed in his ass.  I didn't let it all
go, though.  I stopped my flow and made him clench his cheeks and walk
to the toilet.  Made him squat on the seat and then I finished pissing
in his mouth while he shit out my piss.  Made him jack off while he
was doing it too.  My, he busted a nut that night.  Then I made him
bend over the toilet while I cornholed him.  That was the first night
I nutted in his mouth.

"But you know what the best part was?  I thought this might hurt me
with the ladies, but it didn't.  In fact, once I started it, I could
fuck like a beast.  We'd have the pussy party in the morning and I'd
pound them cheerleader's pussies until they about passed out, then I'd
mount Darnell in the evening.  You mark my words.  You'll be a
machine."

Bender blinked, stunned.  "Uh, well, thanks.  I'd better go."  He
stood up.

Suggs winked at him.  "Do what you gotta do.  You won't regret it."
The old man lowered his voice.  "And peek in the window on your way
out."  Bender nodded.  Suggs pressed a button on the arm of his chair
and the blond attendant appeared.  She showed Bender to the door and
closed it behind him.  Remembering Suggs advice, the coach snuck
around the side of the house and peeked in the window.  Suggs was
still in his chair, but the blanket was tossed aside.  He was naked
from the waist down and the blond was on her knees, his stiff cock in
her mouth.  Smiling and shaking his head, Bender went to his car.

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