When I'm Asked How I Managed A College Degree I Don't Tell Them

I got a job in the gym doing laundry for college money. It was part time, 15 hours a week, all the jocks in the showers and me picking up jock straps and socks and handing them towels. I won't say I got the job because of the jocks, I got it because it was available. But I was soon ok with all the dicks and jock ass, and few that bent over and I got a good look at their asshole. Jocks don't care, they have been raised around boys and have been naked with boys since they played T ball. I wasn't a jock, not even close. I wore glasses.

It was late and I was getting the day's practice in the commercial washer and the coach came in and wanted to know what I was doing. I told him, putting the day's practice in the washer. He grabbed me by the neck and walked me around, forcing me to bend over. Are you a queer, he asked me. I said no. He said sure you are. He walked me like that, by the neck bent over to the folding table and held me down while he got his pants lose. He was a man of experience, he knew how to whip it out and get my shorts down and raw as it was he made me use of me.

I walked funny, I could tell. I walked fast, I had this ache in my ass, like I was going to shit myself. I got back to my dorm and went into the stall to shit out his cum. I wiped my ass and it burned and I had blood on the paper. I nursed my ass for the next few days and the coach kept his eye on me. He came by and gave me this name on a paper. Go buy this he told me. And make sure you wipe around and up your ass and things will go better. I need you to suck it. I sucked his dick in his office, he had some of that stuff and he showed me how to spread it around my ass and he stuck it in me with two fingers. After I was healed, he said let's try again, this time just let me know how you like it. This time he got out a jar of Vaseline.

That time I did like it and when he asked me I told him. How about this he would say and give it to me hard, or how about this he would say and pull it out completely and then run it back in. It didn't matter to me it just felt good. The coach made sure I kept my job in the jock laundry the entire time I was in school. Of course I sucked him after the games when he was doing paperwork, and he fucked me on the folding table. I owe my college degree to him, he coached me through it.