Futa Soccergirls (Futa/Male)

Hello all, this is my first post on the boards. While not a new author overall, this is my first time at the futa genre. Please let me hear some feedback and hopefully I'll keep working on this (no promises, unfortunately, as I work in spats of activity).

A couple warnings. There us a fair amount of plot in part one as I want it to be a running story. As the story expands i do hope to expand to wilder and crazier things than just one futa and a male. There will occasions of dominance/rough sex (though not of the BDSM variety) with Futa, Male, or Female dominant. The only thing I can guarantee that you won't see, which you might on this board, is Futa/Futa (don't know why it just never made sense to me).

Alright, I hope you enjoy.

I sighed tiredly as I clicked the paused button on the remote. I glanced outside the small window and could see it was already dark outside. I had a stack of papers laying on the desk behind me and I had to get to them before I headed home. It didn't matter if it was a school night and I needed sleep, the reports needed to be filed or the soccer team wasn't going to be entered in the state tournament.

I got off the old couch and limped my way over to the desk. It was scattered with papers and information. The work wasn't hard, but it would be time consuming. I had information for all the girls on the team and I needed to transfer it to the appropriate forms. Again nothing difficult, but incredibly annoying. I was too young to be worrying about something like this, but I was the only real coach for the team.

I glanced back at the TV screen. It was a replay of the most recent game we had played. I had watched the tape a couple times already, studying our team and how they had performed. That was the part of the job I liked. Watching the team, seeing how they did, trying to improve. It was the paperwork that was annoying.

There was a stack of cds next to the TV. I had been watching the entire season, trying to convince myself if I did that work I wouldn't need to do what was on the desk. I had noticed something peculiar while rewatching all the action. At the moment the tape was paused on Karen, our lead striker. She had played well the entire season, but in the last few tapes there had been an unusual aggressiveness to her actions. She wasn't exactly playing better, at least not in a technical ball skill sense, but she was obviously putting more effort into what she was doing (which of course resulted in better results). On screen at the moment she was pushing her way past another girl, almost throwing her to the ground, as she tried to get to the ball.

Unlike male players, who often needed to be held back in sports, it was unusual to see a girl playing that rough. Not that they were wimps by any means, see a certain college girls game if you doubt me, but they usually didn't aggressively fight for the win. Karen had actually gotten a red card during the game for throwing an el