Coach & Player: A Sexy Public Show Before the Game
My story begins with a thrillingly bold declaration; I’m about to tell you of a naughty secret I witnessed not too long ago where two passionate men took their unfulfilled desires out in plain sight of an unsuspecting audience. I’m talking about Coach and Player, the two hunks who prove that when it comes to being intimate there’s no need for locker rooms or privacy - the public can be a turn on and they were going to put it to the test.
The anticipation had been growing behind the scenes all day and when the two got close enough to make eye contact, the electric sexual energy between them was almost tangible. With a quick wink and smirk from Coach, Player knew he was in for a wild ride. Chest puffed and stride proud, the two strode out of the shadows and into the glaring gaze of the public who were either too stunned or intrigued to look away.
Suddenly the two were like wild animals locked in a mating ritual as they felt each other up in the open and explored each other’s bodies. Their lips moved faster than their hands and with every moan and groan that drew more attention and arousal from passer-byers. There was an unstoppable level of sexual intensity that erupted, and clearly the element of surprise was a huge part of the fun for them. They wanted everyone to watch and commit to memory what true, gay sexual power and pleasure looks like.
It was exhilarating to see them caving into their passions and going for it – in plain sight.! As they emerged from the shadows and into the public light, the sexier, dirtier and more passionate they got as their display of gay love vibrated throughout the area. It’s hard to adequately explain what happened next, but trust me when I say that it was hot it was passionate and it was beautiful.
Table of Contents
- 1. Massaging the Rules: A Sexy Public Show
- 2. Foreplay on the Field: The Coach and the Player
- 3. Game to a Climax: Sensual Touchdown
- 4. Endgame: Rewriting the Rules of Desire
- In Retrospect
1. Massaging the Rules: A Sexy Public Show
A sleek ride, the curtain drawn,
lips locked, and all mine. I placed my car in the darkened corner of the nearly empty parking garage. Approaching the door, I heard the wet kiss of the loud musk of the team’s passionate desire for the game that night, I saw out of the corner of my eye the stunning figure of the captain, standing tall and strong and overflowing with confidence, and something else that called my name.
Making my way over, I extended my arm and boldly asked if he’d like to join me in the back of the car. Without hesitation, he accepted and let himself in. Champagne, music, and gentle caresses began to fill the air as we both became entranced in our little bubble. Soon enough our hands were running all over each other’s sweaty bodies, hot and aroused. The thrill of the risk of being caught in public was too much to ignore, and I admired the way his skin felt under my fingertips.
Making out on the car seat soon gave way to needs of his body that were quickly becoming out of control. We reached for his sweat-soaked shirt and swiftly ruined it, throwing it to the side while I carried him over to the side window. My tongue swept wildly over his chest as my hands carefully navigated beneath the tight band of his belt. His deep moans echoed against the walls of the garage as he softly bit my neck, and I could do nothing more than let my fingers guide him through a sky-high orgasm, our lewd show caught in spiral of pleasure and carnal lust.
Before I knew it, he was quickly and quietly back out the door, leaving me aching and craving for more. Our little escapade the night before the game, my risk reward for coaxing a few rules, reignited the team’s spirit and gave them the momentum to win.
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- Sleek ride
- Lips locked
- Placed car in the corner of the parking garage
- Approaching the door
- Extended arm and boldly asked
- Champagne, music, and gentle caresses
- Hands running all over each other’s bodies
- Reached for his shirt
- Swept wildly over his chest
- Guided him through sky-high orgasm
- Quickly and quietly back out the door
2. Foreplay on the Field: The Coach and the Player
Making Our Moves
We were in view of the public, but unspoken of—two men, two bodies, together in an unspoken passion for each other. I felt his hands on me, tugging my clothes off piece by piece until I was naked in the moonlight. He had an energy that surged through me, and I could feel it—raw, passionate, carnal longing burning deep inside. We both knew what was coming, and the anticipation only heightened our desire.
He leaned in close, his breath on my skin, and I shivered as he touched me. His lips were fire on my neck, his hands exploring every inch of my body. His touch lingered on my thighs, making me quiver. We explored each other—tasting, touching, teasing—all the while getting ever closer and more connected.
My body melted into his, his hands everywhere, pressing and caressing. His breath was hot against my skin and I could feel the heat between us. My muscles twitched and trembled and everything inside me was on fire. I was lost to him, surrendering completely. As we moved together, I felt the rising tension, and knew it would soon be over.
The Final Show
He pushed himself inside me, and the pleasure was immediate. His powerful thrusts sent shivers through me and I let out a moan of pleasure as he moved deeper and deeper. With each thrust, I felt my body begin to quiver harder and harder until I was in a delirious state of pleasure.
He moved faster and faster, pushing further and further inside me, until his body trembled, and I felt him let out a silent cry of pleasure against my skin. Our climax felt like an eternity before finally subsiding and leaving us in a state of pure bliss.
Relieved of the need to be quiet and still in view of the public, we let out a satisfied sigh, before gathering our things and making our way back to the stadium. The thrill of our secret experience still coursed through both of us, leaving us with a deep and passionate embrace that neither of us wanted to end.
3. Game to a Climax: Sensual Touchdown
Step One: Setting the Stage
The subway station was buzzing with its usual end-of-weekend foot traffic of tourists and late night owls. I noticed him the moment he stepped off the platform. He wore a crisp navy blazer with his initials stitched on to the pocket and an easy smile that sent a thrill right through me. With a slight wave of his hand and an introducing nod, the Coach invited me down to the field. I followed eagerly behind and ended up standing next to a soaring cylindrical-shaped fountain that shot up from the middle of the field.
Step Two: Sensual Touchdown
Leaning against the side of the fountain, the Coach quickly undid my shirt and kissed me hard on the mouth. His hands moved hungrily across my body and I felt my nerve endings sizzle with anticipation. He moved his tongue slowly down my neck and along my chest then went lower and lower still. His fingers making gentle circles around my vital parts as I moaned in pleasure. We continued this passionate display of sexual desire until we both found ourselves in a passionate orgasm that seemed to echo to the stars.
4. Endgame: Rewriting the Rules of Desire
The Decision
I had come to a crossroads, I could either go straight ahead or turn right. I had waited for this moment all week, the moment when I got to finally take my chance and choose. This wasn’t just about me, I had to take into consideration the needs of one other; namely my coach. We had been building towards this spiky moment of potential for weeks, beyond the bedroom and into the office; creating a back and forth of silent, simmering desire. We had gone back and forth, teasing each other as our taut ambitions rubbed together in an exhilarating friction of flesh and challenge. We both knew what the right decision was; even if neither of us would verbalise it. I knew that whichever way I chose was going to rewrite the suggested rules of passion and desire. So I chose.
The Show
Taking off our shirts, we both stepped right into the middle of the gymnasium; surrounded by the languid heat of the inflatable arena surrounding us. This was meant to be a show, so flaunting ourselves in an almost ritualistic way was the only speak to get our roles and intentions understood. We embraced, letting our bodies melt around each other like freshly fallen snow. Touching, groping, exploring, teasing, surprising each other with silky smooth skin, scratches across the back and spicy licks to the side of the neck. Everyone watching was in awe, entranced by the determination of our deeds and sensations. We were rewriting the rules of desire, and we basked in the sheer joy of having no more secrets.
In Retrospect
The evening ended with both of us still hungry for more, and I knew that once the next game came around I’d be ready to do it all over again. We stood up to leave, making sure to leave no trace of what had happened here. As we put our clothes back on, I thought of the future and all the possibilities that lay ahead for what me and the coach could do. The coach looked at me and said “I hope to see you at the next game”, of course, I couldn’t help but wonder what that actually meant. Our minds spun with all the possibilities of what could happen if we met up again and I was excited to find out. As I drove off to my next destination, I looked back at the field and smiled knowing that I had found something special with the coach, a chemistry that only we understand.
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