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Coach Fucks Player on Field before Game.

The air was thick with the anticipation of blood and energy, as we stood at the 20 yard line with the sun baking the backs of our necks. On one side I could feel my teammates, some of them flexing their muscles, some of them still as statues, all of them poised to match the intensity of the opponent. On the other side was the opposing team, equally as thrilling and energized, a single roar that made the field vibrate.

And then there was us, Coach and I – a special bond that had been forged out of the sheer intensity of the game. We had trained together for weeks, developing skills that would prove invaluable in the heat of the match. But on that day something intensified hypnotically between us, an energy that our teammates could sense.

As we shared one more long look, Coach mutely lifted the hem of his shirt and I felt him tugging me in closer. I felt my heart surge as his soft lips came down to meet mine, burning my face with the fires of his passion and coercing my body to do his bidding. My mind scrambled for control, but in the end I was lost to one singular pursuit: to feel his warmth, to quench the deep thirst of my desire.

It was all over in a matter of seconds, yet burning longingly in me forever. We lay there on the 20-yard line, the cool grass tickling our skin and the sound of the stadium lingering in the air. I never wanted it to end, yet I knew that when it did, my coach had forged me anew, and I could never see the game the same way again.

Table of Contents

• 1. Pre-Game Anxieties: Taking Control in the Stadium
• 2. Sweating in Padded Leather: The Weight Of Expectation
• 3. Touchdown Mouth-to-Mouth: The Thrill of Skin On Skin
• 4. Halftime Hotness: Feeling the Rush of Male Bonding
• Key Takeaways

1. Pre-Game Anxieties: Taking Control in the Stadium

The air was heavy with anticipation as I stepped onto the field. Thousands of eyes were trained upon me as I jogged my way towards the end zone, heart pounding and head spinning. Already I could feel the perspiration sheening my body and the tightness in my groin, as I reached the goal posts and their row upon row of seated spectators.

I was on fire and as I scanned the sidelines for my opponents I saw him, Coach, a tall Abusivo of imposing presence and disarming beauty. He watched me, piercing blue eyes glittering in the stadium lights. His gaze seared across the field, catching me off guard, drawing me in despite my best efforts to escape the magnetic sensation coursing its way through my veins. We locked eyes for a moment and in that split second, I knew – something was about to happen.

Turning, I began a mad dash into the end zone, but almost immediately felt a hand clamp around my waist from behind, whip me around and press me up against the goal posts. His lips consumed mine, claiming them in a sharp kiss that left me breathless. His hands roamed my body with abandon and I opened my mouth to his, letting him feed me the passion pouring from his lips. I wanted more, so much more, and with a flurry of shakes he yanked off his shirt, baring his muscular torso. I felt my cock throb with desire as I clung to him. No one else existed in that moment – just us, consumed by each other.

He undid the button of my jeans, hooking his hands beneath the waistband to massage my ass, pushing his palms against me. I gasped, arching my back as he slid his fingers around the elastic that he had been searching for as his head descended into the crease between my neck and shoulder. He was consuming me, every movement of his body coaxing a reaction from mine. I surrendered to the moment, to him, as he spun us around and laid me down against the cold ground.

My breath hitched as he straddled me, tantalizing my senses with his broad frame. Pushing up his gray shorts, he moved further into me, fierce and powerful. My groans reverberated out across the stadium, rising to a climax as Coach and I consumed each other, our sexual energy completing its cycle, uniting our souls in a moment of pure pleasure. As the roar of the spectators moved the rush of adrenaline that surged through my veins, the postgame anxieties had been quelled and I was left with the memories of a moment that can never be replicated.

2. Sweating in Padded Leather: The Weight Of Expectation

• Sweat dripping onto my brow, I felt the weight of expectation upon me. Not just any expectation, but the kind of anticipation you have when you know something big is about to happen. The game had been looming on the horizon all week and today was the big day. I heard footsteps behind me, heavy and purposeful. My heart raced as I felt the presence get closer. The coach, clad in leather, stepped up next to me. He had a delicious smirk on his face that I knew meant he was up to something. His deep brown eyes met mine and I felt a chill run through me.
• The coach stepped closer and whispered in my ear, “You’re ready“. Without hesitation, he drew me close and his lips were on mine. His strong arms encased me as if they belonged there and I eagerly responded, our tongues dancing. We broke away eventually, and he pulled me onto the field. He looked into my eyes, again with that knowing smirk, and commanded me to strip. I unbuttoned my jersey and tossed it to the ground, my chest heaving with anticipation. As my pants followed, I saw something I’d never seen before. His leather garments were revealing that same smirk-covered face again, soon to be followed by his body, ready to fuck me before the big game.

3. Touchdown Mouth-to-Mouth: The Thrill of Skin On Skin

Naked except for our helmets, we stood out on the field, face-to-face. His breath was hot on my face. I could feel his heart beat as I reached out tentatively and ran my fingertips along the curves of his sweaty body. Our lips met, hungrily exploring each other’s mouths. His hands moved between us, his words mixed with the moans that escaped us.

I reached around and pulled him closer to me as he pushed his body into mine. I could feel the heat between us as the last remnants of our clothing were discarded onto the grass. His hands moved over my body, the sensation of his skin against my own sent a wave of pleasure through me. Our mouths explored each other’s bodies, hungrily seeking out each erogenous zone, our tongues tasting deep within. I could feel the anticipation building as I pushed him onto his back on the grass and felt my body pressing against his.

The sensation of our skins pressed together caused a cascade of waves to ripple through me as he enveloped me in his embrace. I could feel the thrill of our mouths, now joined together, as our tongues moved around one another, the pleasure intensifying. As we lay amongst the grass, the smell of the grass and the sweat of our heated bodies following every heated movement. I felt the thrill of freefalling, of letting go into a place where only pleasure exists, where we can leave our caution and our worries behind, captivated in each other’s embrace.

4. Halftime Hotness: Feeling the Rush of Male Bonding

We felt like champions as we stepped onto the field

The grass danced around us in the wind, being blown by the pre-game cool breeze. Our breaths mixed with the excitement of what was to come, and my teammates and I could feel the energy in the air. We got into our positions, the coach stood to the side and silently watched his team prepare for battle.

The pace of the game was quick, and neither side seemed to give an edge. I felt my body temperature rising, as I ran and blocked and threw. I heard our coach shouting, his words setting us aflame. You could feel the rush of male bonding, an inexplicable connection, as if every shift of the game became a test of our chemistry. We were running as one.

But then, it was halftime. We all made our way to the locker room, to shake things up and regroup our energies. I was feeling something special from our coach, something I hadn’t felt before in between a coach and player. His gaze was electric, like a lightning bolt burning through me. He motioned for me to stay back, and I obeyed.

Then suddenly the locker room was empty. I felt his body against my own, our skin connecting in a way I had never experienced before. His hands were feverishly exploring my body and his lips, they found their way to my neck as he whispered something that both scared and excited me. His breath tickled my ear, and I felt my entire body trembling in anticipation.

It didn’t take much time for us to get back on track, the coach taking the lead. This time we were no longer on a field, he seemed to have an unspoken power over my body, and I let him take control.

We were wrestling with desire, the air seeming to thicken as I felt my body moving closer and closer to his own. Our mouths met in fiery passion, and the minutes seemed to stand still as we continued our exploration of one another’s unspoken needs.

We both knew this could not last, memories of our pregame excitement in the air, but for that moment we had forgotten about our teammates, and the world outside the locker room walls. We had become captives of our own two piece, and as he entered me, I saw the game in an entirely different way.

Key Takeaways

The game came and went- I was inevitably on the losing side that day but I didn’t care. Time with Coach was all that mattered. A missed field goal could not come close to measuring up to the thrill of that night! Our desire and passion still fresh in my mind. I’d gotten exactly what I’d come for and more. All boundaries were pushed and broken; I was his and he was mine for that colorful evening.

And that’s the moment I carry with me, no matter what life brings my way. There’s nothing quite like the electrifying tingle of getting fucked in the mud on a cool summer night, all to the beat of the thundering cheers from the stadium…