Coach’s pre-game treat: Fucking his player in public.
The locker rooms of the high school stadium were nothing short of a temple of arousal. The heady musk of fresh sweat and pungent masculine delight, the sound of aggressive thuds and the occasional grunt of exertion, the smell of victory or defeat—all formed together into some sort of thrilling chaos. On this hallowed ground was where I saw it–the moment that would forever burn in my memory: coach fucking his star player in public.
At first sight it shocked me, but I couldn’t help but take in every second of the forbidden glory. The way the coach was standing, towering over the athlete, who was suspended in mid air with his ass up in the air; the look of sheer ecstasy that passed over them both when the big man broke through his pupil’s taboo barrier; the quiet moans of pleasure that filled the room as they moved in perfect unison. It was too much temptation for my heterosexual teenage senses. I was enthralled and excited, but mostly I was aroused.
Table of Contents
- 1. “Getting to the Locker Room”
- 2. “Undressing in Public”
- 3. “Sweaty, Sinful and Sinewy”
- 4. “Adrenaline and Intrigue of the Unconventional Encounter
- To Conclude
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1. “Getting to the Locker Room”
I made quick work of the outfit I had arrived in, ready to take on whatever Coach had in store for me. His eyes were mischievous and full of lust, a look that promised me something naughty as I silently queried him from across the locker room.
His hand was gripping the neckline of my top, his knuckles brushing tenderly against my skin and I felt my heart pounding as the anticipation of what was to come quickly filled my veins. We were both standing and the only thing shielding our encounter was a thin curtain of fabric separating us from the rest of the boys coming in to change and get ready for the game.
Our lips brushed against each other’s, my eyes widening in shock as I melted into his embrace. His hands snaked down my back, caressing and exploring my body, each touch reminding me of why I was here; sacrificing my pre-game routine for something that felt so much better.
He pulled back and before I could question what was next, he was already coaxing me onto the floor, our mouths still intertwined. I moaned and grabbed his waist, flicking the button of his jeans with my nails as I tasted the salt of his skin and the imprint of our lips pulsing against each other.
We were on the floor, his tongue exploring me like a foreign land; my hands gripping onto his thighs and our bodies rocking to an unheard rhythm, the peak of our pleasure knowing no bounds.
The taste of climax was on our tongues as we both gasped for breath, delighting in each other’s surrender, and savoring the chemistry of our joining. Our post-game bliss was quite a reward and I smiled with satisfaction, knowing I’d be coming back for more.
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2. “Undressing in Public”
- Chris’ room: The pre-game day was already over and Chris had just finished getting dressed. His uniform was already on, ready for the big game, but his coach had asked him to join him before the start of the match. Chris had thought it would just be something extra in terms of strategical tips or something, but when he arrived at the coach’s room he was in for something else entirely. It had been almost a month since Chris and his coach started having these secret meetings, and it was always the same deal. His coach wanted to undress Chris and have passionate sex with him, in public, before the start of the game.
- The locker room: Chris seemed to like it more and more. The thrill of being watched and the possibility of getting caught just added that extra excitement to entire affair. As his coach stripped him of his uniform one piece at a time, Chris just leaned back and let the sensation take him away. With each article of clothing removed, the kisses and the caresses were getting more and more pronounced. Soon they were taking off their remaining clothes and both of them were completely naked. The coach grabbed his student and they started making love right there, in the middle of the locker room. Chris felt the heat of the other players’ gazes and the excitement of the situation made him cum even harder.
3. “Sweaty, Sinful and Sinewy”
The voracity of the humid summer night hung heavy in the air, like a hulking beast that just wouldn’t leave. Sweat beaded down his body in trickles, brushing over toned muscle as if to tease, secure in the knowledge that the darkness would hide his wantonness. Coach Branston glanced at his player – boy, really – and was satisfied that Caleb was just as aroused.
The coach licked his lips with anticipation and wordlessly beckoned him closer. Caleb complied, and Branston grabbed his neck and pressed their bodies together, the skin slick and shaking with desire. He could feel the strength and sinuousness of Caleb, and pressed his lips firm against the boy’s. There was a slight gasp as Caleb melted against him, and he caressed the player’s slender figure. Wordlessly they pulled away and Branston ordered a quick retreat. With one smoldering look at each other, they made their way hastily toward individual carriages parked in the far corner of the lot.
Caleb climbed into his – nearly panting – but the coach gave the command for his player to pause and understand. He was not to go far this night, not just yet. Branston leaned to whisper into his ear that one more surprise was yet to come, and minutes later they exchanged one last sweaty look before the coach beckoned him deeper into the night. The hours that followed glided by in a flurry of sweat and sinuous murmurs; of frantic fucking in the public park, and of sheer ecstasy as they both reveled in the pleasure and intensity of the stolen moment.
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4. “Adrenaline and Intrigue of the Unconventional Encounter
Length: Approximately 450-500 words. Total Sections: 4
My pulse raced as I stepped into the locker room. I was already worked up from hours of practice and I couldn’t help but feel a touch of excitement and anticipation as I stepped into the quiet, dimly lit room. Little did I know, I wasn’t alone.
I spotted my coach, with his back turned to me and headphones on, standing in the middle of the room. I hadn’t noticed his presence before due to the noise of the echoing arena and the intensity of practice. But, here he was in the empty locker room, seemingly unaware of my presence. I watched him intently, unable to pry my eyes away from his tall athletic figure. I noted the nape of his neck, his broad shoulders, and narrow hips. I guess my heart must have skipped a beat because he suddenly spun around, effortlessly. Like a cat, my coach sprang to the other side of the room, and caught me off guard lingering in my gaze.
We locked eyes in a moment that seemed to last for mere seconds, yet felt like an eternity. Then, something remarkable happened. He smiled, and I felt a spark. My adrenaline soared and I felt a surge of electrified energy between us. In that instant, I knew what was about to happen.
He invited me to a darkened corner of the locker room, and as I followed his lead, I realized his intentions as he swiftly and purposely grabbed my ass, and pulled me in close. Our chests pressed up against one another for a moment, each of us struggling to get closer. We were now face to face and I could feel his breath on my skin as he whispered in my ear.
- He towered over me and within seconds I transitioned from standing to bent over, my left hand gripping the locker as his right hand massesaged my neck.
- His free hand reached down and grabbed my player shorts, yanking them down to my ankles as he growled my name.
- Uncontrollably I pushed my hips back into his as I felt his hot breath on my neck.
- We remained still for a moment, until I felt the intense heat of his hard cock push against my tight cheeks.
I knew then that it was too late for me to back out; I had already succumbed to his desires. I anticipated each move as my coach continued to thrust into me with such intensity that I was unable to contain my moans and grunts. He groped and grabbed my body with both arms and dominated each and every thrust. I was affectionately his for the taking, and he did what he pleased with me for the next few exhilarating minutes.
Eventually, his intensity slowed and we quietly dressed in a scene of exhaustion and exhilaration. There was an undeniable wave of emotions between us that lingered in the air as I walked out of the locker room. This spontaneous experience not only brought my coach and I closer together, but it also taught me a valuable lesson. It is when we let our temptation overpower us and challenge social norms that the adrenaline and intrigue of unconventional encounters take place.
To Conclude
The crowd roared as the coach blew the whistle, signaling his players to end this strenuous battle of the minds and the forceful physical domination of the game. He’s not done yet though. He knew that these boys had yet to be unleashed. He had a surprise for them, and they were all eagerly waiting to see what was coming next.
“Take off your shorts, everyone,” the coach commanded as he whipped out a dildo from his gym bag.
The players gasped and hesitated, but the coach’s passionate authoritative voice echoed through the gym, reverberating off the walls and forcing his players out of their shocked stupor and onto their feet. Without hesitation the boys stripped off their shorts and each presented himself to the coach, ready for his surprise pre-game treat.
The coach moved from one to the next, sliding the dildo into him, thrusting it gently but firmly before he moved onto the next. He kept up a steady, fast pace, pausing only momentarily to marvel at the exposed flesh of his boys. The bedroom scene played out in public, proving to be both an electrifying and liberating experience for both the player and coach.
The coach finished up his pre-game feast and the boys put their shorts back on, as if nothing had happened. But the room was thick with the steamy scent of gay sex, a reminder to all who had witnessed the event of just how erotic and powerful a performance was displayed that day.
The coach nodded as his boys filed out to the court, the players full of newfound confidence and pride, the crowd shouting and cheering for their favorited team. That’s what the coach had done: He had made it possible for his boys to explore and express their sexuality without fear or shame.
That’s the power of love.
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