"Where have you been?" Coach Ryan's wife tossed the question at him as soon as he walked through the door. Not in a harsh way, though. More curious and sincere.
Ryan thought about telling her the truth:
I've been watching the new ball boy suck the dicks of all of my players, and then had a private visit of my own after everyone left. And then I had to shower, of course.
The thought made him smile to himself. Obviously, that would not go over well.
"Practice ran a little late. Sorry, hun."
She smiled, walked over to him. "That's okay. I've been waiting to tell you: I have some exciting news!" Lacey proceeded to tell him that she'd been given a promotion at work, that there was a conference a few states away, and that she'd be leaving for a week, next month. Ryan was paying half attention, which matched the state of his dick, half-hard. He was amazed at how horny he'd been lately. Sam had made him cum twice after the team meeting, but there was something so intoxicating about him that caused everyone to continue to be aroused soon after finishing. It was weird.
"And don't worry about the kids," Lacey was saying, as she got undressed and ready for bed. "They said they wanted to stay at Amie's place, at least for a few days. Will you be okay by yourself?"
Ryan thought about inviting Sam over, and spending a week alone in his house with him. No clothes allowed. They would call in sick to the school, and spend the entire time fucking in every position they could think of. Maybe they could also call up Derren and Freddie to join them. Maybe they had some friends who would like to join as well...
Okay, now he was being ridiculous. He could never invite these kids to his home. Where his family slept. He needed to calm down, he was getting too worked up.
"Lace, I'll manage. But I am gonna miss you a lot." He spanked her, not lightly, and added, "and I'm gonna miss this ass."
"Oooh, well I'll miss this thing." She reached down through his underwear and wrapped her fingers around his growing cock. She pulled it out and into her mouth, the second person to suck on his cock in the last couple hours. He wondered what she would think if she knew.
...
After they both finished, Lacey fell asleep, and Coach Ryan was not far behind. As he drifted off, he noticed he was still hard, and was fantasizing about Sam's lips engulfing his rod.
He had a strange dream that night.
It was, of course, of Sam, but Jake Hall was there, too. The two were naked, Jake sitting on a royal throne, with Sam sitting on top of him. Jake's dick was balls deep in Sam's ass, and Sam was twisting around to kiss Jake. They weren't in a room, more of a void. The lovers on the throne were all Ryan could see. Soon, the void began to morph into the locker rooms at school, with everyone on the team naked and fucking each other. It was a shocking sight. Sam wasn't the one receiving all the attention. Some of his team were "bottoming" (
Was that the right term?
, Ryan thought) for the others. The team began to melt together, combining into one being, a shimmering figure, tall and muscular, and blue. He stood in a field, locked in battle with another figure, this one orange. Ryan saw that the orange figure was beating the blue one, which was becoming smaller and weaker. The figures broke apart, and each moved to opposite ends of the field. The blue figure was met by another shape, a black one with a pink outline. The blue and the pink held each other, and a dick shape began to form from the blue shape's crotch. Together they melted in together. Were they fucking? Ryan couldn't tell. Whatever happened, the blue shape grew taller, and bigger, and turned back to face the orange shape, which was alone. The blue towered over the orange, and Ryan knew that it would now be able to defeat it. They approached each other, but instead of fighting, their heads moved toward each other. They almost might have been kissing. Again, the dick shape emerged, and the blue figure fucked the orange one.
"What in the entire fuck...?" Coach Ryan asked out loud, to no one in particular.
Everything began to fade away. Ryan found himself standing in the empty halls of the school. It was night, none of the lights were on, but he could see. At the end of the hall stood a man, dressed in a sharp, grey suit, a wide rimmed hat sat perfectly on his head.
"Ryan," The man whispered.
Ryan's head was spinning. "What in the entire fuck...?" He asked the man in particular.
"The answers you seek will come in time. Follow me." The grey man turned and walked into the library of the school, a room Ryan had never gone into. Ryan followed.
The library was not empty. Children sat around, staring blankly forward. Some of them, Ryan recognized, some he did not. He tried to read some of the book titles from the books on the shelves, but the words were formless, warped. He'd heard once that you couldn't read in a dream. In the center of the library was an empty space, a carpet laying on the floor, with the words: "Reading is the gateway to another... Readers are astronauts, explorers, adventurers." He couldn't read the word in the middle. A pedestal sat on it, with an open book laying on top.
The grey man walked to the book and beckoned Ryan over. "Soon, you will be taken back to the place you think you know. But first, it's important that you understand something." Ryan stopped trying to understand. Instead, he approached the book and looked inside, but the pages were blank. The grey man continued, "You think that you are a leader, in charge of the world you've built for yourself. This is the first of three lies. You are, in fact, just as lost as the rest of them, being led by the hand you cannot see.
"The second lie is that your team is your team. For the most part, they are. There is, however, one who's intentions lie elsewhere. You must find this one, and remove them from the equation."
"Who is it?"
"As you undoubtedly expect, I cannot tell you that. But I will offer you this." We waved his hand over the book, where words began to form on the pages: "Beware the horned viper."
This made no sense to Ryan. He looked back up the grey man. The world was dissolving around him, he knew he was waking up, he didn't have much time. "What's the third lie?"
The man smiled. "Wake up, Ryan."
Ryan woke up. He was covered in sweat. Lacey was shaking him. "Ryan, wake up."
"I'm up, I'm up."
"I was worried about you. You were shaking, talking in your sleep. That must have been some nightmare," she wiped the sweat from his brow.
"I-- yeah, it was. Talking in my sleep?"
