Part One: Alex Becomes the Example
Disclaimer: All characters including students are of college age and 18+
Coach Carter sighed heavily as he stood in front of his college sex education class. He stood perfectly still in thought, his heavy hairy frame held firmly on his size 14 feet. As he looked over the room of 18-year-old men, the class bell rang overhead. Taking a moment as the class continued to chatter, the gruff 50-year-old burly man looked down at the desk where he sat the education notice. The post read,
'Effective Immediately: All sex education programs are required to teach same-sex sex education.'
He rolled his eyes. This was bull shit. This diversity nonsense was getting out of hand. Spending time off the field to teach health education class already chapped his ass but now he had to teach these scabs about fag sex. They'd only been out of high school for a summer, he had a hard enough time dealing with the lot.
His eyes fell on Alex who sat quietly near the windows. The frail young adult wearing a skintight green polo and rainbow bracelet was one of those fags. He had become all too familiar with the student over the months. He couldn't catch a ball, didn't have the upper body to climb a rope, and ran like a pansy. This notice came down from the school board and clearly had nothing to do with him but those nasty pervs were everywhere and this boy was one of them.
Well, if I have to teach this nonsense, we are going to do it my way, Carter thought to himself.
"Alright, class, settle down!" Carter belted and slowly the room began to fall silent. The room of rough young men were mostly members of one of his sports teams. A few of the coach's top-performing members sat in the front row.
Chad, Michael, and Devon were real men, unlike Alex. Each of them were lead figures of the football team as well as basketball. He chuckled to himself. He was also aware that all three of them had fucked every one of the cheerleaders as soon as they got on campus.
He only knew this because he had to intervene when multiple cheerleaders kept not showing up over the course of the year due to "illness." Fuck illness, the bitches were pregnant. Of course, nothing ever came of it. The parents of the girls wouldn't burden the boys with parental responsibility causing the small-town college's lead football team to suffer. "Today we're going to discuss fag sex." An almost unified look of shock and disgust fell over the room. All except Alex who pretended to not notice the coach's rough language, "The woke board is forcing my hand, here. I know damn well none of you are getting cocks shoved up your asses!"
"Hell no!" Michael shouted. The white stud caused the room to laugh. Chad slapped him on his back.
"You're too busy shoving your cocks into pussies, am I right?" The room of boys cheered and hollered. Coach Carter's eyes fell on Alex who was nervously staring out the window. He sure didn't speak up. How many men did he let fuck him already? Did he have a used-up fag-hole now? The coach laughed to himself. "Well, there are some among us who do engage in homosex..."
"Alex!" Someone from the back shouted and the room roared with laughter again. Alex tried to ignore them and pretended to write in a notebook on his desk.
"Settle down." The coach waved his hands in the air and slowly the room quieted down. "So, to start as I'm sure you're all aware, fag-sex is when two faggots get together and shove their dicks in each other's assholes. Hurts like a bitch, I'm sure." The coach grabbed onto a rope, pulling down a chart that depicted a cartoonish image of the male anatomy with all parts labeled. Taking a yardstick from his desk he pointed to the image of the penis. "What is this, class?"
"A cock." Chad shouted.
"A dick!" Someone else chimed in.
"Both correct. There are many names for it, and they come in all shapes and sizes."
"Mines a fucking hog!" Devon interjected. "Seven inches all the way around and at least nine inches long!" The coach laughed.
"We know, we've all seen you in the locker room, Devon!" Coach loved it when the young men knew their skills, "I'm sure Alex noticed more than the rest of us." The boys laughed causing Alex to squirm in my seat. The frail gay man tried to ignore the room as best he could but they were right. How couldn't he? Devon was a 6ft tall black man with a rock-hard body and definition behind every muscle. He was well endowed and not at all afraid to show it. Alex gulped.
"As I was saying," The coach continued, "They come in all shapes and sizes but for real men like us and like Devon here," The dark-skinned man flexed in his seat, "They are always big! I know for a fact some of you other than just Devon are swinging some massive tools!"
"Mine is a rock-hard ten inches!" A man in the back shouted, "I'm not as thick as Devon but my girl sure does throw a bitch fit every time I put it in her cunt." The bows laughed.
"I'm sure she does!" The coach pointed out, "But we are not talking about real men today, we are talking about queers. Not the bitch dykes but the boy fags. Faggots, homos, queers, whatever word you want to call them, all have one thing in common." Carter paused. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Alex squirming in his seat, "Can you tell me what that is, Alex?" The teen perked up, unsure of how to reply. He looked to the classroom of all men and felt himself shrinking. He tried to speak but words failed to emerge. The coach shrugged, "They all have tiny dicks!"
"How tiny?" Chad asked. The coach again turned to the blonde man shifting awkwardly in his seat.
"How tiny, Alex?" He asked. Again, the man couldn't find the words. "Come on, Alex, education is a team effort. Clearly this room, myself included weren't unfortunate enough to be, how do you queers put it?... born this way?" A few of the men laughed, "So tell us, Alex, how big is your dick?"
