Understanding The Power of the Dick

“Brian! Brian! Wait up,” Michael called out as he ran after his friend down the hall of the high school.

“I need to get home,” Brian said quickly as he kept walking.

“Since when do you want to get home? Your dad won’t be home for hours.”

Brian frowned at his friend. Sometimes Michael was just too much of a fucking pest. Brian tried to think of something to put Michael off. He really didn’t feel like talking to his new best friend.

“Kinney! My office … now!”

Brian looked up and tried to stop the smile that spread across his face. “Sure, coach,” he said. “Gotta go, Mikey.” Brian quickly followed the coach down the hall and into his office just off the gym.

Michael watched his new friend disappear into the office. He wondered what the coach wanted with Brian. Brian Kinney had transferred to Allegheny High about two months ago. He was a pretty good soccer player, but he didn’t seem all that interested in athletics in general. Brian had told him he wanted to get a soccer scholarship to some university. That would get him out of Pittsburgh and more importantly out of his family home. Michael had met Brian’s parents – once, and that had been enough. He hoped he never had to go to the Kinney’s again. The house was so full of tension and anger, or coldness or something. He hated it there, and he could certainly understand why Brian hated it there too.

Michael started walking down the hallway. He might as well go home alone. He had no idea how long Brian would be in the office with the coach. Maybe Brian had a detention or something. With a sigh Michael kept walking.

“Hey, Novotny! Have you met your new best friend?” a voice called out.

Before Michael could turn or respond, someone body checked him into a locker. He felt a bolt of pain shoot through his shoulder and arm, as his right arm took the brunt of the impact. He let out a groan and tried to avoid dropping to the floor by leaning against the locker.

“See, now you’ve met your new boyfriend. His name is Lock, short for locker,” one of the school jocks sneered. “Get acquainted, you little fag. You’ll be meeting again real soon.”

Laughing and high fiving, Gary Blunden and his gang of cohorts sauntered down the hall. They looked back a couple of times to see if Michael had crumpled to the floor or was crying like a baby. Michael wondered if he should do either of those things, or maybe both. Then they might leave him alone for a while.

Once they went out the front door, Michael managed to stand up without support of the locker. He gingerly rubbed his shoulder. “Fucking assholes,” he muttered. He waited a minute or two more before he finally headed out of the building, hoping the jocks would be long gone.



Brian Kinney, recent transfer to Allegheny High School, fourteen almost fifteen year old high school freshman, walked calmly behind his coach into the inner sanctum of the coach’s office. The coach shut the door behind him and turned to his student.

“Kinney, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” the coach demanded.

“Doing?” Brian asked with a suggestive grin. “What would you like me to do, coach?”

“I want you to tell me why you keep smiling at me like a lovesick school girl.”

Brian blinked and drew in a breath. That was not what he had been expecting. He thought the coach wanted him to suck him off again, like he had done in the school showers the day before. He thought that was what the coach wanted when he ordered him into his office. Brian thought for a moment before bucking up his courage and saying, “I’m smiling because I remember how much you liked what I did to you yesterday in the showers.” Then he added his best smirk for full effect.

The fist hit him in the chest before he had time to react. Brian fell to the floor before he could stop himself. The breath was gone from his body and he wasn’t sure he would ever be able to breathe again.

“If you ever mention what happened in that shower again, you’re fucking dead!” the coach said through clenched teeth. “Do I make myself clear?”

“But … I thought you liked it,” Brian gasped as he was finally able to suck in a breath.

“You caught me by surprise. I’m not a fag,” the coach declared.

“Yeah, right!”

“You sarcastic little son of a bitch. Haven’t you got the message yet?” Coach raised his fist threateningly.

“I get it,” Brian spat out. If his father had taught him nothing else, Brian had learned about the power of the fist.

“Now, get the fuck out of my office, Kinney, and never mention what happened again, if you know what’s good for you.”

Brian slowly got to his feet. He glared at the coach for a second and then turned to the door.

“Never smile at me again, and keep your goddam mouth shut.”

“Yes, sir,” Brian said with all the sarcasm he could muster. Then he quickly left the office slamming the door behind him.

He made his way out of the school as quickly as he could. He sat down on the first bench he came to, gently rubbing his chest over top of his heart. The fucking coach knew enough about human anatomy to know where to punch him for the best effect. It would leave no visible mark unless he took his shirt off. Brian knew there would be a big bruise on his chest. He pulled his shirt away from his chest and looked inside. It was already starting to discolor.

After a few minutes he got up and headed in the direction of his house. He knew Michael would probably be expecting him to drop by, but not today. He needed to be alone. He needed to think. He needed to plan what he was going to do.



As Brian walked home he got angrier and angrier. How dare the fucking coach treat him like that? If Brian reported him, he’d be in serious trouble, maybe get fired, and that would serve the bastard right. The coach had been only too happy to have Brian’s mouth around his fucking dick yesterday, and now he wanted Brian to pretend it had never happened.

Brian knew he was not going to let the coach use him and discard him like that. He went silently through the house and up to his room. He closed the door and lay down on the bed. He pulled his shirt up and looked at the area around his left nipple. It was already changing to a deep blue color. It would be a big, dark bruise by the following day.

Thinking back to yesterday and how he had walked into the shower with his coach, Brian knew he had done the right thing at that moment. He had wanted to do it. He had watched his coach for days getting the gay vibe from him. He had wanted his first time to be with someone older, and he had chosen the coach when the occasion had presented itself. It was the first time he had sucked someone’s dick, but he knew he could do it.

Before yesterday the coach had always treated him pretty well, had taken an interest in his prowess with a soccer ball. He had thought the coach had liked him. He liked the coach. That’s what had made the punch so unexpected this afternoon.

Brian felt a tear trickle out of one eye. He quickly brushed it away. The coach was not going to get away with this, Brian vowed. He made another vow too. No one would control him when he grew up. He would be the one in control. He would decide what happened and what didn’t happen. He would take charge of his own fucking life.

And then it came to him, what he was going to do. Tomorrow he would put his plan into action. He ran his hand over his bruise and across his nipple. He felt a stirring in his groin and unzipped his jeans. His dick was a source of power, he knew that. He was getting hard just thinking about power. His hand slid up and down his cock until he felt it explode in his hand.

Tomorrow would be the beginning of the rest of his life. He knew what he had to do.



After school Brian blew Michael off once again. He had something else he needed to do. He tapped on the coach’s office door. In a few seconds it was yanked open.

“What do you want, Kinney?” the coach demanded.

“You can see that I’m no longer smiling,” Brian said sarcastically. “I need to talk to you.”

“Begging will get you nowhere.”

“I didn’t come here to fucking beg.” Brian pushed past the coach into the office. His heart was racing but he had to carry this off.

“What do you think you’re doing?” the coach asked loudly, but he closed the door behind them.

Brian smiled to himself as he watched the coach’s reaction. He’s not so sure of himself today, he thought. “I decided yesterday after you so effectively told me about my place in the world, that I didn’t much care for that place.”

“Wh…What do you mean?” The coach let uncertainty creep into his voice.

“I’m a minor,” Brian stated. “What do you think would happen if I reported what we did in the showers?”

“What you did in the shower,” the coach corrected him.

“It took two. I didn’t see you trying to stop me.”

The coach blanched. “You’re not going to report it.”

“No, I’m not.” The coach let out a breath of relief. “Unless you force me to.”

“They won’t believe you.”

“I don’t know about that, especially when I tell them how you tried to shut me up, and I have the bruise to prove it.” Brian lifted his T-shirt so the coach could see the large black area developing over his heart. “I think they’ll believe this, especially when I tell them that Michael Novotny saw you take me into your office yesterday.”

The coach made an ugly looking face. “What do you want?”

“I want you to make sure I get a soccer scholarship to a good university.”

“And how am I supposed to do that?”

“You know I’m good. You are going to coach me, and when the occasion arises, you will help me get noticed by scouts. I want a full scholarship to a fine academic institution.”

“You have high expectations,” the coach sneered.

“Yes, I do, and I expect that everything I want is going to come true. I’m prepared to work hard to get it, and you’re going to help me.”

“Bruises fade,” the coach said cynically.

Brian saw the glimmer of hope in the man’s eye, and he smiled. “I have this picture of your handiwork which is time dated and stamped and being developed at the drugstore right now.”

“You little shit!”

“Not so little and I may be a shit, but I’m a smart shit. So, do we have an agreement?”

The coach glared at Brian for a moment. Then he nodded almost imperceptibly.

Brian nodded in return. “We’ll never have to mention this again.” He walked out of the office feeling a queasy churning in the pit of his stomach. He had done it. The world was going to unfold the way he wanted. He was in control. He would make sure he always had control from now on.



“You want to stay for dinner?” Debbie asked as Brian and Michael sat on the sofa in the living room of the Novotny house. They were half watching the TV which was on very low volume.

“Sure,” Brian replied.

“Call your parents and make sure they’re okay with you staying.”

“They don’t care.”

“Call them,” Debbie ordered with a look on her face that said she must be obeyed.

‘So much for being in control,’ Brian thought. “Yes, Mrs. Novotny,” he said aloud trying not to sound too condescending.

“I told you to call me Debbie,” she corrected him.

“Yes, Debbie,” he said with a smirk as he headed for the phone hanging on the wall in the kitchen.

“Good boy,” she said giving him an affectionate pinch on his cheek.

He felt himself blush. His own mother would never do anything like that. Affection didn’t seem to be part of her vocabulary. That was one of the reasons he loved coming to the Novotny’s and hated being at his own house.

When he finished the call, he asked Michael if they could go up to his room. Michael cheerfully agreed. He was such a little puppy dog, looking for Brian’s approval in everything.

“So what’s up?” Michael asked as he closed the door of his bedroom behind them.

“I sucked the coach’s dick the day before yesterday,” Brian said as confidently as he could. He waited for Michael’s reaction, knowing that he might need his friend to verify his story.

“You did what?” Michael asked in disbelief.

“You heard me,” Brian replied, his tongue in his cheek and looking very smug. But underneath, his stomach was churning as he revealed what he had done.

“But … how? Why? Where?”

“Because I wanted to,” Brian told him. “I went back to the change rooms after practice on Monday and the coach was in the shower. I walked right in and sucked him off.”

“You didn’t!”

“Yeah, I did, and he loved it.”

“Holy shit! What happened afterwards?”

“Nothing. I went home.”

“But … is that why he called you into his office yesterday?”

Brian smiled. He had wanted to make sure that Michael remembered that. “Yeah, he wanted more.”

“Did you give it to him?”

“Naw, once was enough. Only one fuck per customer,” Brian said hoping Michael would buy his bravado.

“Holy fuck! I can’t believe you did that.”

“Believe it.”

“I do, but … holy fuck!”

“Anyway, the coach is going to help me get a soccer scholarship to university.”


“Yeah, then I can get the fuck out of this half baked burgh.”

“Maybe I could go with you,” Michael said hopefully.

“Maybe, but we’ll have to see.”

“You’ve got your life all planned out, haven’t you?”

“Yes, I’m getting out of here as soon as I can.”

“I … I’m happy for you, Brian.”

“I’m happy too,” Brian said putting the bruise on his chest out of his mind. “I’m going to have everything I want. And this weekend, I’m going to that gay club on Liberty.”

“You’re too young,” Michael reminded him.

“I’ll get in,” he said confidently. “Either by myself, or I’ll find somebody who’ll get me in. I know I can do it.”


“I can do anything I put my mind to.”

“I know you can, Brian. You’re smart and beautiful and … great.”

“That’s me, the Great Kinney,” Brian laughed.

“Boys, dinner’s ready,” Debbie called.

They started downstairs. Brian knew he had just finished mapping out the rest of his life. He gently passed his hand over the sore spot on his chest. Nobody was ever going to hurt his heart like that again. He’d make sure of that. He was going to do everything he wanted to do, have everything he wanted, and nobody would be able to hurt him again. That was his vow and he knew he could carry it out.

He smiled at Michael and Debbie as he sat down at the kitchen table. At least this was a safe place to be until then. Brian dug into his lasagna.

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