"What the hell are you two doing?!" asked a gruff voice. "My god, I had no idea you two were a couple of fags!"
Randy stopped sucking Steve's cock and looked up at their coach, who was towering over them.
"I'm not a fag, sir," Randy said. "I just like sucking cock."
"And I like to be thucked," Steve said, still talking with a lisp.
The coach quickly bent down and grabbed both of them, pulling them to their feet. "That's it, you two are out. I'm not gonna have a couple of homos on this school's football team." He shoved them. "Now get dressed and get out of here. I don't want to see you two again, got it?"
Steve looked like he didn't care. He wasn't really all that interested in football anymore. Too violent. After all, he might break a nail.
Randy, on the other hand, protested. "But sir. I'm one of your best players."
"What's all that 'sir' crap?" the coach asked. "You turning into a submissive sissy on me?"
"I don't know. Maybe, sir. But I really like playing football." And sucking cock, he finished in his head.
"Forget it," the coach said. "As long as I'm the coach, there won't be any fags on my team. Got it? Now get the hell out of here!"
That got them going. Steve walked effeminately back to his locker to get dressed and was followed, reluctantly, by Randy.
Randy couldn't understand why his coach was so mad with him. So what if he liked to suck cock? What did that have to do with playing football?
