I Want to Play by Shant

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It was Jack’s final semester of college and he was looking forward to graduation and what his future might possibly be like.

Jack was considered a "Big Man on Campus." He was the star pitcher on the college baseball team all four years, and had been voted athlete of the year his first three years, and was a shoe in to win again his final season. No one in the history of the college had ever been voted best athlete all four years in any sport.

In addition to being a star athlete, he was also a very good looking guy. He was about six feet tall and in great shape due to always playing sports. He definitely had talent and all through high school and college was recognized by everyone.

His dream had always been to play in the major leagues. Pro scouts had shown an interest in him all year, and several would be attending his final game to see if he was good enough to play professionally.

Jack knew his entire future could depend on the next day’s game, and was so pumped up, feeling certain that it would be a really great outcome if he performed the way he usually did.

Despite being so popular on campus, there was definitely a cocky attitude about him, which seemed to grow more and more each year. Being recognized by everyone and receiving so much attention started giving him a swelled head.

His last year on the baseball team he started to let his ego allow him to do whatever he wanted because he knew how valuable he was to the team.

He started breaking rules set by the coach and skipped several practices, knowing that he could get away with it because he was such a valuable team member. If the team won tomorrow’s game they would be the league champions once again.

Jack figured that Coach would let him get away with just about anything because he obviously wanted to win the league championship. He soon discovered that he had pushed things too far and was in for a big surprise.

Coach Allen posted the starting roster on the door of his office the day before each game. Jack had not even paid any attention to it until a friend asked him why he was not pitching tomorrow? "What do you mean, I’m not pitching? There has to be some mistake!" So much was riding on this final game, Jack rushed to Coach Allen’s office to see what was going on.

Coach Allen was only about eight years older than Jack. You could tell by his physique that he had played sports in college. He was a big man, probably around six feet four inches and had the body of a football player. He and Jack had always gotten along well, but Jack knew that lately Coach was unhappy with his attitude.

Jack knocked on Coach Allen’s door and entered his office. Coach was sitting behind his desk doing paperwork. He looked up at Jack and said, "Can I help you?" all the while knowing why Jack was there.

"I looked at the roster for tomorrow’s game and I’m not listed as the starting pitcher. I figure it must be some kind of mistake, and came to ask why I’m not playing."

"Jack, these past four years I’ve watched you become the young man that you are, and I do believe that you’re a good guy, but you’re getting way too big for your britches."

"The more success you’ve had playing baseball, the more you seem to think that you’re entitled to break any rules you want, skip practices, and pay no attention to whatever I tell you."

"No matter how good a player you are, the rules apply to everyone, and that means you as well. You have no right to feel entitled because you are a good player. I decided you needed to be taught a lesson, and this seemed to be the perfect time to do it."

"Please, Coach. I have to play in this game tomorrow. You know that there are pro scouts coming to watch me. This is the greatest opportunity of my life to have a chance to become a professional baseball player."

"I know that I’ve been a jerk sometimes and I hope that I can get you to forgive me and give me another chance. Playing in this game means everything, not only to me, but to my parents."

Jack knew that Coach was single and had caught him checking him out many times when he thought that Jack was not looking. Jack had fooled around with a few guys during college and he thought it was no big deal. Sex was sex, pure and simple. To be honest, the hottest times he had experienced had been with guys.

Jack got up from his chair and walked over behind Coach’s desk, standing directly in front of him. "I’ve seen you checking out my ass many times and hoped that you might be interested. I’ve checked you out too, when you weren’t looking, and wondered what would happen if I got up the nerve to approach you?"

"I thought that I was more subtle while watching you. Guess I was wrong about that," Coach smiled. "You’re definitely a good looking guy and maybe we can work something out. I do feel bad about your parents," Coach said.

"There’s just one more month before the semester ends. You’ll have to give me your word that we’ll get together once it is over. I can’t be involved with a student and risk losing my job while you’re still in school."

"I’m warning you though that if you promise we’ll get together and I let you play in tomorrow’s game, that if you don’t keep your word, you won’t enjoy the outcome."

"I’ve wanted to play with that hot body you have from the first moment I saw you. I’ve thought about all the things I have wanted to do with you. I think we could have some really wild and intense times."

"I promise, Coach, that I will keep my word if you let me play in tomorrow’s game. To be honest, I’ve wanted to hook up with you for a long time, too, and I’ll be looking forward to it. Do we have an agreement?"

"We do, and I can’t wait till we can get together. There’s just one more thing you need to do if you want to play in tomorrow’s game," Coach said.

"Whatever it is, Coach, I’ll do it. My whole future could depend on the game tomorrow. If the pro scouts like what they see, I might get a chance to play in the pros. I have to play in that game."

"All four years I’ve watched you after ball games end. All the guys shower and get out of there as fast as they can. After every game, you have always been the last one to leave the locker room. I see you standing there in front of the mirror and admiring how good looking you are."

"You’ve become more and more conceited every year, especially about that hair of yours. You take forever combing it. I can’t believe how much time you spend combing your hair. You’re obviously very much in love with that pretty hair you have. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with a single hair out of place."

Coach was standing behind Jack and began to run his fingers through Jack’s hair. "You really do have nice hair," he said. "I’ve always admired how great it always looks. It’s such a great color and is so thick and straight."

"I get envious whenever you grow it out and have even more hair to comb. I look forward to watching you after everyone has gone home and you’re there by yourself, getting your mane to look just perfect. I also get a little annoyed that you spend so much time admiring yourself."

To say that Jack loved his hair was an understatement. It was such a turn on for him just to comb his own hair. He knew that it really did look awesome and loved the attention he received the longer and longer he let it grow.

"You remind me of Kurt Russell in his early movies when he was a young guy. Your hair looks every bit as good as his did and I think he had one of the best looking manes compared to anyone," Coach said.

Jack’s hair was a deep mahogany color and at the present time it was about six inches long on top. The sides were full and he brushed them back and they met in the middle at the back of his head, ending about two inches below his collar. He had recently added blond highlights to his hair. They weren’t huge locks of blond hair, but thin strands. Coach thought he looked like a sissy with that blond hair of his.

One of Coach’s rules was that players could not have their hair hanging below their collar. After Jack’s first year, he started growing his hair longer, and no matter how many times Coach told him to get it cut, he just blew him off, feeling confident that nothing would happen to him for disobeying the rules.

"I don’t understand why you have all those fake blond highlights you have," Coach said. "Your hair is so good looking that you attract enough attention without them."

"Instead of looking like a handsome young man, you look more like some pretty boy who had just been to the beauty parlor to have his hair done. It looks so fake! Don’t worry, though, I’m going to take care of that for you." He then lifted up a lock of Jack’s blond hair and cut off more than four inches!

"What are you doing? Please, Coach! Not my hair!" Jack said. "I love my hair more than anything! I’ll do anything else you want me to do, but please don’t cut my hair!"

"That’s what it’s going to cost you if you want to play in tomorrow’s game. You need to be taught a lesson that you will remember. Knowing that you want to have sex with me is hardly a punishment. Believe me, when I go out of town, I don’t have any problem meeting guys. I just don’t screw around where I live."

"You need to get taken down a peg or two. You’ve gotten more and more cocky each year. You sit right down in that chair and I’m going to take care of that pretty hair of yours."

Jack knew he was in a situation where he was not going to come out the winner unless he did what Coach said. He couldn’t imagine Coach cutting off all his hair, but knew he had to let him do it if he wanted to play tomorrow.

As much as he loved his hair, it was not worth risking his entire future over it. He just told himself that it would grow back over the summer. He sat down in the chair and felt Coach running his hands through his mane and then combing it.

Coach was really enjoying playing with Jack’s hair and couldn’t wait to start cutting it. He had fantasized about doing this many times. Jack couldn’t believe this was happening. This was like a scene out of the Twilight Zone.

"I’m not going to cut all your hair off, but you are definitely going to be losing a lot of it. I’m going to start by cutting all those fake highlights out. They have to go! You need to sit back and relax because this is going to take awhile."

"After I’ve done that, we’ll see how much hair you have left to work with, and I’ll give you a smart looking haircut. Maybe I’ll cut it down as short as mine," he said with an evil smile. "I bet you haven’t had your hair short in years." Jack cringed at the thought of Coach cutting off all his hair. Coach was right. Jack would never forget this.

Coach combed all Jack’s thick hair straight back. Man, it was beautiful. He then worked section by section, combing the blond highlights into individual strands and cutting them almost down to his scalp. Jack’s hair was so thick that Coach Allen figured it wouldn’t be a lot different than having his hair thinned out.

Once he finished cutting out the highlights, due to them being so thin, and Jack’s hair being so thick, it really wasn’t all that noticeable that Jack’s hair had even been cut. Jack thought to himself that this hadn’t turned out so bad after all. He still had a lot of his awesome hair to comb.

Unfortunately, that was not the end of the haircut. Coach then combed Jack’s hair all back into place again and starting with his forelock, cut off more than four inches of his beautiful hair.

"I figure that this haircut will make up for all the times I told you to cut your hair and you just ignored me." Coach finished up the haircut and said, "That doesn’t look so bad, does it? I think you look great with shorter hair. Who knows. I may become your barber from now on."

"Okay, get yourself out of here and get rested up before that big game tomorrow. If we win, we’ll definitely have something to celebrate when school ends. No hard feelings?"

"No, Coach. Actually, I needed someone to put me in my place. I was starting to think I could do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. All I was thinking about was me and not how I may have affected other people. You have taught me a valuable lesson and I can’t wait to thank you really soon."

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