Touchdown

By Ken James

Hot young coach...Super sexy cheerleader...Stud quarterback...

Travis Williams has returned to his small Texas town's high school as the Conner Cougars' assistant football coach.

Five years ago, when he was star quarterback, Bill Harris and Sandy Oakes worshiped him from afar. Now, Bill is starting quarterback, Sandy is head cheerleader, and they're both determined to get a lot closer to Coach Trav.

The battle for Trav's heart...and body...rages as the Cougars race toward State Championship.

Includes the bonus story New Toy: Sandy and Becca have been lovers since their early teens. When Sandy shows up late for a sleepover, Becca knows something is going on. Then, Sandy shows Becca her new toy. Becca's eager to play . . . But she's still determined to learn Sandy's secret, and she has some tricks of her own.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ken James
• Release date: Mar 18, 2018
• ISBN: 9781310304835

Ken James

I was born in Denver and raised in Cheyenne, Wyoming. My first time with another boy was in my early teens. Girls came a few years later.After I graduated from the University of Wyoming, I spent a year as a roadie for a series of rock and roll bands, then moved to Austin to work for a computer company.I started writing in grade school and was a reporter on my junior high and high school papers. My lover (now husband) and I published a gay newspaper in Austin for several years.I've been writing gay and bisexual erotic fiction since 2003.I live in Austin with my husband Wayde.

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Touchdown

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Ken James

Ken James Fiction

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Copyright © 2017 by Ken James

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organizations, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, organizations, or events is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

This book is for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. Please store your files where they cannot be accessed by minors.

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Dedication

Thanks to Wayde, my greatest fan, best friend, and husband, for all his love, enthusiasm, and support.

Contents

1 - Kickoff

2 - Night Game

3 - Practicing Plays

4 - Hitting the Showers

5 - Making the Team

6 - End Zone

7 - Changing the Game

8 - New Player

9 - Away Games

10 - Big Game

11 - Touchdown!

Bonus Story – New Toy

Author's Note

About Ken James

A preview of Bi-College

Other books by Ken James

1 - Kickoff

Thursday, September 13

It started with the head cheerleader flashing me in first period history class.

I was still a hero to everyone who'd stayed in Conner, as the star quarterback who took the Cougars to State and wrecked his knee making the winning touchdown, instantly ending a promising career.

Five years later, I was back at Conner High, as the junior assistant football coach. All those people from before were watching and waiting to see what I did. They were rooting for me, but that just increased the pressure of living up to their expectations. We take football seriously in Texas.

At Conner High, Assistant Coaching positions aren't full-time, so I also teach history, health, and physical education. First period every day is history. On Tuesday and Thursday, I spend the rest of the morning teaching P.E. Since it was Thursday, I was wearing shorts, sneakers, and a tee-shirt, so I could go to the gym without changing.

Sandy Oakes, the Cougars' head cheerleader, sat in the front row, wearing her usual tight blouse stretched over her big breasts and a skirt that barely covered the tops of her muscular thighs. She'd been a leading member of the barely-teen legion who'd worshiped me in the glory days. Back then, Sandy had been kitten-cute. She'd become a full-grown woman, with long thick curly black hair, flashing dark eyes, and a ready smile.

I was boring the class with the Wars of the Roses. Sandy diligently took notes, but also spent a lot of time gazing at me with a dreamy expression. I finished talking about Henry Tudor and asked for questions.

Sandy had been holding her knees together, but she opened them as I looked in her direction, showing bare skin. Her dark folds stood out against her hairless vulva.

It was a good thing I was sitting behind the desk, because my shorts and jockstrap did nothing to hide my instant immense boner.

I froze, staring at her. Then, Ralph Richards asked how Shakespeare's history plays related to the wars, breaking the spell. Sandy closed her legs, smiling mysteriously. She continued smiling through the rest of the class, but didn't open her legs again.

For the rest of the day, I couldn't get Sandy and her bare pussy out of my mind. Not until after football practice.

Our starting quarterback, Bill Harris, was always hyper on the day before a game. He was the Cougars' best hope for winning State since…well, when I was quarterback…and I knew what the pressure on him was like.

I'd tried to cope using the old classics: booze and sex. Bill rarely drank and gently rebuffed the girls swarming around him, claiming he was saving himself for marriage. He was friendly and social, but spent most of his spare time hanging with a handful of guys he'd grown up with.

Last week, we'd been overconfident and lost the second game of the season to the weak Porter Falcons. We weren't calling them the Porter Pigeons any more.

Tomorrow was our Homecoming game, against the always-formidable Boulder Buffaloes, putting even more stress than usual on all of us, especially Bill.

Today, he did three more laps after the rest of the team had finished, then ran wild in the locker room, snapping towels, tunelessly singing the Cougar Fight Song at the top of his lungs, dancing naked on one of the benches with his long thick cock swinging in the air, darting into the shower to get wet, then coming out to shake like a dog, scattering water over the other boys.

Finally, everyone else had run away, leaving me alone with Bill. He dried off, but didn't get dressed. Instead, he wanted to talk about the new plays we'd been practicing.

It was hard to focus on football, rather than Bill's muscular body, shaped by years of running, weightlifting, and ballet. He was 6' 2" tall and weighed 220 pounds, with a light brown crewcut and green eyes which twinkled every time he caught me glancing at his dick. It was heavy with blood and getting hard. I knew he could see the giant bulge in my shorts.

In high school, I'd always liked looking at the other boys in the locker room. I told myself I was just checking out the competition's equipment. It wasn't until college that I learned better.

Don't worry about the plays. You understand them better than the coaches. You'll do fine tomorrow. I left him in the locker room and went outside to walk off my erection. After that, I kept walking up and down the field until I was sure he was gone.

The locker rooms and coaches' offices were in a single-story concrete block building behind the end zone. I used my key to unlock the door. The building seemed to be empty.

I went into the men's room to piss. When I'd finished, I stood at the urinal with my shorts and jockstrap pulled down, staring at my hardening cock and thinking about Sandy and Bill.

That wasn't doing me any good. I forced my rod back into my jockstrap and went over to the sink. I looked at my reflection in the mirror as I washed my hands. A 6'2", 200 pound football player with short black hair and brown eyes looked back at me. He had my face, but I didn't quite recognize him.

This was getting weird. I dried my hands and left the bathroom without looking at the mirror again.

The label maker tape stuck to the black plastic plate on my office door read Travis Williams, Coaching Assistant. As always when no-one was watching, I ran my fingers over the raised letters, still not quite believing they were real.

After a final glance at the words, I went inside and let the door close behind me. A desk, office chair, filing cabinet, and two straight visitor chairs were crammed into the converted storeroom.

There was no point in getting the playbook from the locked filing cabinet and reviewing it again, or watching more game video on my laptop. Instead, I leaned back in my desk chair, letting the memories Sandy and Bill had stirred up swirl through my mind.

Girls threw themselves at me, starting when I was in freshman football. As an extra-horny teenage boy, I wasn't about to turn them down. I used condoms and didn't knock any of them up, except for the married lady who wanted my baby. She had twins, a boy and a girl. It's spooky how much they look like me.

In our early teens, Kevin Barclay, my best friend, and I spent almost every Friday and Saturday night together, sleeping in the same bed.

One night, we were in bed with the lights out, talking about pussy and getting super horny. He asked, Want to fuck? I didn't even have to think about it. Sure. How? He showed me. We took turns fucking each others' butts until we started messing with girls.

A few years later, Andrea Donne and I took each other's cherries and Kevin started dating Susan Cramer. We figured we were through with guys. In my junior year of college, I learned different.

It was a Saturday night and I was staying at home with Rick Brant, my roommate. Our girlfriends had been wild about sex when we'd met them the preceding year, but they'd lost interest over the summer and spent more time with each other than with us.

The girls had canceled again. We got loaded and started fooling around. It was a joke until we started making out on the couch. Then, it wasn't. Especially not when Rick tongue-kissed me.

We hadn't showered or shaved that day. His beard stubble felt strange at first, but the roughness against my lips and cheeks quickly became an extra turn-on. His strong male smell was hot and sexy.

Kevin and I had never kissed, or sucked cock. That was too queer. In my bedroom, I sucked Rick off and fucked his ass. Then, he butt-fucked me. It was fantastic. Even better than it had been with Kevin.

Funny thing. After Rick and I realized we didn't need them, our girlfriends got more enthusiastic about