The locker room was crowded with the players and reporters. We were getting ready for the press conference following our victory against our rivals, the Wolverines. The air was thick with excitement and the faint scent of sweat and antiseptic.
Coach Henry walked out of the shower, his towel slung over his shoulder. He walked up and put his leg on the bench next to me. "Great game, son," he said, his eyes gleaming with pride. "But don't let it get to your head. We've got a long season ahead."
I nodded, trying to take in his words as I tugged on my shirt. The fabric felt scratchy against my damp skin, and the sound of the zipper on my bag was like a mosquito in my ear. Outside, the crowd's cheers had faded into a distant murmur, but inside the locker room, the energy was still electric.
As we talked a little about improving the strategy we were running, a large man in a brown suit came up to us with a pen and note pad.
"Coach, can I get a quick word?" he asked, his voice cutting through the chatter like a knife.
Coach Henry nodded and looked to him, his expression shifting from proud to professional. "What's up, Larry? Wanna hear about the improved play we ran today?"
Larry, the reporter, chuckled. "Always the strategist. But actually, I wanted to talk about your star player here." He gestured at me with his pen. "What's it like, having a homo as your star player, and why are the fans kept in the dark?"
The room fell silent. Coach Henry's jovial expression morphed into a stern glare. "We don't use that kind of language here," he said, his voice low and firm. "And my players' personal lives are just that - personal."
Larry, unfazed, leaned closer. "It's just a question, Coach. The fans have a right to know."
"Alright, sure, so I guess the fans also deserve to know you sleep with half the women on your street, behind your wife's back." Coach Henry's words were as sharp as the smack of a soccer ball hitting the net. Larry's smug smile faltered, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson.
"That's completely different! You are harboring a homo in your locker room!" Lary retorted, his voice rising.
Coach Henry's hand shot out and grabbed Larry's pen, snapping it in half with a swift twist. "Get out," he said through gritted teeth, his eyes not leaving the reporter's.
"No way, not until you answer why a cock sucker is here!" Larry said, his voice echoing through the locker room.
The coach takes a deep breath then looks down at me sitting on the bench in front of him. Without a word he grabs my head and pulls my face to his dick, forcing the shaft into my mouth. I was shocked, didn't fight it. I just started sucking his cock.
Larry's eyes bulged as he watched the scene unfold before him, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. The locker room, which had been silent just moments before, erupted into a cacophony of gasps and murmurs. Players and staff stared in shock, some looking away in embarrassment, others with a mix of confusion and anger. Coach Henry's grip on my head was firm, his movements rhythmic and deliberate. I could feel the tension in the room thicken as he continued, my eyes never leaving Larry's horrified face.
"Why are you surprised? You're the one who asked why he's on my team." Coach Henry said, not breaking his gaze from Larry as I continued to perform the act. His voice was even, almost casual, as if he was explaining a simple play to a rookie.
Larry stuttered, his eyes flicking between the coach and me. "I-I didn't mean it like that," he said, taking a step back.
"I guess getting this amazing cock sucking makes me a homo too, doesn't it?" Coach Henry said, his voice rising above the murmurs of the room. He didn't sound angry, just incredulous.
His body went rigid and his hand squeezed the back of my head harder, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. The sound of my sucking filled the room, bouncing off the metal lockers and reverberating through the stunned silence. Players shifted uncomfortably, some looking away, others glaring at Larry. At this point, the coach started easing up, even trying to subtlety pull me off his dick, but I kept sucking.
"What's the matter, Larry?" Coach Henry asked, his voice still calm. "Does this change how you feel about our win today?"
"You're fucking disgusting! Both of you!" Larry sputtered, his face red with rage. He stumbled backward, his eyes still glued to the scene before him. "I'm all my readers will hear about this!"
"Good luck with that! People will laugh you out of the room when all these witnesses deny it." Came the coach's reply, his voice steady.
"Yeah, Larry!" One of the other reporters said. "We'll side with the coach on this just because none of us like you." He came up and patted Coach Henry on the back. After him, the rest of the room started to chuckle, the tension breaking like a dam. More reporters and the other players all came up to us, some clapping me on the back, others slapping coach Henry's shoulder.
This clearly turned coach Henry's action into a power play. He had made his stance clear: the personal lives of his players were off-limits, and he wasn't going to tolerate bigotry in his locker room. Larry, now the center of unwanted attention, looked around frantically, realizing he had crossed a line and left the locker room.
The situation also must have turned Coach Henry's sex drive to overdrive, becoming more intense with each second. I felt his cock swell in my mouth, and his grip tightened. I knew what was coming, and my heart raced with excitement and fear. The room was a blur of movement and sound, but all I could focus on was the taste and feel of the coach's cock.
Then, with a low groan, Coach Henry released into my mouth. I swallowed reflexively, feeling his warm seed slide down my throat. The act was over almost as quickly as it had begun. The guys cheered and slapped each other's backs, and I felt a strange mix of pride and embarrassment. Coach Henry looked down at me, his cock still dripping with cum and saliva. "You can always count on your team for support, no matter what. If you want this cock, just say so and it's yours."
I stood up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, trying to process what had just happened. The room was a sea of backslapping and congratulations, but all I could think about was the taste of him and the feeling of his cock in my mouth. The coach's action had not only silenced Larry but also created a bond in the team that was stronger than any I had ever felt before.
"I appreciate it Coach, but... ... I'm not gay." I managed to sputter out, my cheeks burning.
The room went silent. Coach's eyes widened.
"Oh, shit..."
