It was a Saturday night and I was back with my boys for the big game. I had been on the lookout for something special to wrap up our night before kickoff. Something that would really get us hyped for the game. As I walked around the pre-game carnival, I noticed a tall, toned athlete watching us from the sidelines. He looked different from everyone else. His gaze seemed inviting and, as I got closer, I could feel myself being drawn to him.
We made eye contact and before I knew it, he was standing directly in front of me. He said nothing, but reached out and grabbed my shirt, pulling me towards him. Before I could react, he had my hands behind my back and his lips were on mine. His powerful, athletic body pressed up against mine and I felt my chest tighten with anticipation.
Seeing that cutie getting drilled by the hunky football jock in full public view was all the motivation my boys and I needed to turn up on the field. I had just witnessed the ultimate pre-game treat – public player fucking!
Table of Contents
- 1. Striking a Win: Artful Descriptions of Ravishing Vigour
- 2. How the Individuals Communed: Competent Language of Primal Ecstasy
- 3. Playful Passions Unleashed: Spirited Engagement of Lavish Enticement
- 4. Velvet Magic Reigns: Feral Grace of Palpable Possession.
- The Way Forward
1. Striking a Win: Artful Descriptions of Ravishing Vigour
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Nash Nathaniel
April 24th, 2020
Stripping my shirt off, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of exhilaration. I had played this game my whole life, and today I was in the spotlight. His gaze was intense, hungry but controlled as he stood behind me at the fifty-yard line. The whistle blew and I jumped into action, sprinting towards the end zone with two opponents in pursuit. I felt the heat of their hot breath on my neck, while I felt his eyes on my back, that burning gaze propelling me forward. I zig-zagged pass them, and as I crossed that line, I heard my coach cheer my name. I had done it, I had won—and now it was time for my victory treat.
Gasping for air, I turned to face him. He was no longer my coach; in this moment, he was my player. He walked to me and scooped me up, pressing me against the rickety fence that lined the field. His form pressed firmly against mine, and I felt as if I might burst with a combination of physical and emotion thrill. He kissed my neck, his tongue lapping at me as his breath sizzled against my ear. I felt dizzy with pleasure.
His hands snaked around my body and he dug them deep into my skin. Working his way up, they tilted my jaw up to connect with his hungry lips. His corporeal craving pulsed through my body as he tugged my sweatpants down. His touch was tender but unfaltering, and I felt my will crumbling beneath his skilled hands. I let out a deep moan and he smiled, knowing his authority had taken over my body and mind. Our sexual dance of control was almost complete.
2. How the Individuals Communed: Competent Language of Primal Ecstasy
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Competent and Bold: He pulled me in close, pressing his body against mine as I could feel his desire mounting beneath me. His hands grasped around my hips, pulling me in tight as he savored the first taste of me. The taste of man tapered with a hint of sweat, sent his tongue into a wild frenzy. He pressed against me as if he wanted to consume me, devour every inch of every muscle. As he continued to press harder his breathing grew heavy and his mouth began to water as he whispered the sweetest of words.
An Intense Affair:As the room quickly heated up with anticipation, his lingers dropped, exploring every inch of me with bold and determined movements. His head lowered as if he wanted to dine on my body, slowly licking up the sweat that had formed on my body. With each taste and touch coming from his wet and delectable tongue I could feel my heart pounding faster, and my skin was now blazing with an indescribable fire. I felt as if I was being taken to an entirely different realm of pleasure.
3. Playful Passions Unleashed: Spirited Engagement of Lavish Enticement
As I slipped into the locker room, I felt the heat of steamy air, richly humid. I heard the echo of laughter mixed with the clang of weights clanking and other beat of athletic enthusiasm.
The coach was nowhere in sight. But I knew he was there in some alcove, hunkered down and ready to spring up like the fearsome, authoritarian bore he was. My heart raced at the thoughts of the forbidden pleasure that awaited me.
- I alternately glanced around nervously yet noticed the perfect, round ass of an athlete.
- The lips of his lower outlet were puckered and inviting, a humming flight of anticipation.
- He saw me and slyly touched my shoulder in a way thatftranscended any other pre-game handshake.
- He knew it was time, and silently beckoned to me.
- My nerve heightened as I followed him to a quiet corner.
The gym around us had fallen silent, as if he had somehow paused time. We had a few minutes – time enough for a spectacular pre-game treat. I was on my back and he was on top of me, claiming me with his hips as I clenched to his heavy thrusts. His body was on fire as we moved and writhed, the passion alive and unbridled. We made sure it was unforgettable and respectable at the same time, caressing each other withlocked eyes and murmured promises. The coach was back, leading us to the court, all of us fully prepped and amped.
4. Velvet Magic Reigns: Feral Grace of Palpable Possession
Heat radiated off the bodies in the locker room, a pressure cooker of sweat and pheromones interrupted in the flickering shadows of the overhead lights. I was the newest and youngest member of the team, lusted after but wary of the hungry eyes that followed me, wanting something they could never have–or so I thought.
The final message before we headed onto the field was clear: win or else. Coach retired to the office and I saw a twinkle in his eye when he parted the curtains of the observation window and waved me in. I obliged, focused on the enormity of the task that lay ahead of me.
Inside, the lights were low and his whispers raspy in my ear as he teased me, guiding my hands to the buttons of his shirt. He pushed my body against the wall and whispered instructions into my ear as his hands roamed. Soon enough, I was worked up and lost in his touch, barely able to follow his words as his lips scented with whiskey grazed my skin.
We removed the rest of our clothes. He pushed me to the ground, and then he was in me. I was drowning in pleasure as his hips pistoned against me and the world outside of us vanished. The sounds of the fans in the stands drawings nearer, he used the power of his presence to overwhelm me and I lay beneath his body, wilting and groaning. I could feel his strong, rough hands gripping at me, claiming and taking what was his. As he drove deeper, his moans echoed in the room and he was wild and savage. In the instant of climax, his feral grace was mine and the velvet magic of palpable possession washed over us.
The Way Forward
The coach’s pre-game treat had been more than just tasty, and my body shivered with delight as the evening came to a close. I’d just had one of the most intense public hookups I could ever imagine, and the memory now seared into my mind. It had been hot, rough, and deliciously dirty from start to finish and, as we said our goodbyes, I savored the lingering taste of forbidden pleasure on my lips. Whatever team the coach was calling plays for, I was certainly cheering for them.