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Coach’s Naughty Pre-Game: Fucking His Player in Public

I had heard rumors of the coach’s ‘special pre-game ritual’ for years. A naughty act of indiscretion that some claimed was nothing more than legend, but I knew better—I was about to experience it for myself firsthand.

Under the faces of the players, the coach’s eyes radiated a hunger that only a truly passionate man could possess; a desire that transcended taboo and convention. His lips pursed with an intensity that I had never seen before, his sculpted body pressed against mine in a way that can only be described as animalistic.

We were locked in a passionate embrace, raw and intimate in a way that still doesn’t feel real to me. The feeling of being so exposed, yet so secure was overwhelming, I was aroused but also scared. I knew in the back of my mind that he could end it the moment he wanted – and yet, he didn’t, and that was when I realized what was really happening – the coach was fucking his player in public.

Table of Contents

• 1. Arousing 100 Meters Sprint: Fantasizing About the Player
• 2. Playing the Game Between the Whistles: Arousing Skin on Skin Contact
• 3. Cheerful Showers and Fading Clothes: Raunchy Quickie in the Locker Room
• 4. Celebrating Victory with a Dominating Score: Making the Player Show His Respect
• The Conclusion

1. Arousing 100 Meters Sprint: Fantasizing About the Player

1. Stirring Up Nerves: My heart raced as I awaited the metallic ring of the school bell that signaled the official start of game day. Checked my watch, it was now or never. In a few short moments of pre-game action, I could make my fantasies of hot and passionate sex with my star player come true. Picture perfect, with gorgeous eyes that made me melt.

As I made my way to the locker room, I saw him standing there, in those tight fitting cotton shorts, hair sticking out from the edges of a fresh white cap. I couldn’t help but crave a deep connection with him, to explore and savor every inch of his body as I had been dreaming since the start of the semester.

• Acting on instinct, I stepped dinner and closer. The pounding of our hearts matched the beat of the drums.
• My hands fall naturally against his chest, feeling the slow rise and fall of the desire that stirred every nerve in my body.
• The kiss was all consuming, as my eager hands explored and caressed his muscular back.
• Feeling the heat of his body, I wanted to take it further as every second passed.

Visions of further sensual exploration were quickly interrupted as the school bell rung. My player nodded with determination and ran down the field, ready for the game ahead. Sneaky smile on my face as I begged the universe for a second encounter with him later that night.

2. Playing the Game Between the Whistles: Arousing Skin on Skin Contact

I. Lies on the Field

He was standing in the locker room, a stall separating us and my heart racing as I took in the details of his muscular frame. His chest glistening with sweat, shirt unbuttoned, revealing an exhibition of desire that had been kept secret for far too long. He paused and looked me in the eyes with a self-assured demeanor. He wasn’t afraid to play the game, to show me the risks that come with love: the beautiful risks of lost control. His lips curled into a smile and he nodded his head, gesturing for me to come closer.

II. Touchdown

He embraced me and the sensation of his body against mine filled with electricity. I looked around, worried that someone might be watching, but we were alone in the locker room. His desire for me was unmistakable, and in that moment I felt like I was born to make love to him. He moved in closer and I could feel his length pressed onto me with a gentle urgency. Our mouths delicately brushing against one another as the hunger grew until finally, when both of us were sure, he bit into my neck. The heat of his passion searing through my body as I surrendered to my own.

3. Cheerful Showers and Fading Clothes: Raunchy Quickie in the Locker Room

As he stepped out of the shower, I couldn’t take my eyes off his glistening torso, gleaming with beads of water that ran freely down his body. The sight of his defined muscles made me so aroused that I bent down, almost absentmindedly, and grabbed a towel from the pile in the middle of the room.

Listening to my ragged breaths, he walked towards me, smiles playing on his lips. Pulling his body towards mine, he brushed the pad of his thumb against my lips before leaning into me and giving me what felt like the hottest kiss I’d ever experienced. Then, with one hand in my hair and the other roaming my body, we lost ourselves completely to each other, our hands tugging clothes off, my shorts and his shirt quickly indistinguishable in the mess that was scattered on the locker room floor. In no time, we were both standing there naked, his eyes hungry for more. With the shower still running and steam billowing around us and all the other guys outside, he grabbed my manhood before working his magic, sending prickly sensations up and down my spine before pushing me down forcefully onto the bench behind me.

Filling me full with every thrust, he growled my name as I felt myself quivering in pleasure. Going faster and harder with every lick of the flame, I soon reached my peak, coming with uncontrolled intensity, spilling my evidence of pleasure all over my chest. With one final push, he followed shortly, coming just as intensely as me.

Eventually, with our clothes back on, we made our way back to the court, ready to face tomorrow’s game.

4. Celebrating Victory with a Dominating Score: Making the Player Show His Respect

I beckoned him to come closer, my eyes glinting with the thrill of a game not meant to be seen in public. His muscles flexed as he stepped forward, unaware of the fraudulent affection I was about to bestow on him.

I thumbed the top button of his jersey, the sports cloth a hint of the intimacy we were about to partake in. He had learned to trust me, an admiration I had earned through strict discipline and endless instruction. But this time, I wanted more than just respect; I wanted pleasure—not just the pleasure I would give him, but the pleasure I would enjoy from taking it.

So I let my hands wander underneath his shirt, my fingertips tingling as I explored his body. His gaze was intent, eager to submit to my every instruction. He was trembling now, as I took hold of his waistband and tugged it down, revealing his growing desire for what was to come.

I guided him away from the locker room—off the court and into the dim hall. My hungry fingers grasped at his body, pulling us along as we found our place in the shadows of the corridor. Sparks of electricity tickled my hands as I lowered him to the floor, my lips hungry for his sweat-tinged skin.

The passion between us thickened as his penis solidified in my hands, hardened as I pleased him deeply and intimately. His breath was heavy and urgent, as I brought him to the point of no return. His body racked with pleasure as he shuddered against me.

That’s what I wanted—his submission and his respect—and as he lay spent on the cold, hard floor, I knew I had it. We both stood up, to face the second half that awaited. His look of adoration was all I needed, and no one was wiser.

The Conclusion

With the sun setting on the horizon, the coach and player seated there at the same overlook that they had met at just days earlier for the first time. All that had transpired between them in that time was something that would remain between them, a secret that only these two could have shared. Nothing more passed between them that night, not a single spoken word, but the intensity of the moment and the heat of their caresses lingered in the air like the remains of an aftershock. All that could be heard in the silence was the gentle breeze and the subtle chirps of the night birds as they settled in for the night, a secret testimony to two men and the pleasure they had found in one another.