Game Over: Coach Fucks His Young Player
The smell of leather filled the locker room, the kind of smell that you could only get in a coach’s office. I had been invited here by Coach Jones, my high school’s basketball coach. I had heard stories of his prowess on the court, but it wasn’t until this moment that I truly understood what he was capable of. With an almost animalistic aura, he stepped towards me, radiating dominance with every fiber of his being. As his musky cologne filled my nostrils, I felt my heart rate increasing and my pulse pounding.
His hands were like iron as they gripped my shoulders, pushing me against the lockers. My vision blurred as his lips locked onto mine, his kiss more intense than I ever imagined. I felt completely lost in that moment, as my body melted under the intensity of his touch. As his hands traveled down my body, he slowly undressed me until I was completely exposed to him, my vulnerability and excitement heightening by the second.
I was completely in his control now, and as his tongue explored me, it was game over, the coach had won and I was the young player who had been taken.
Table of Contents
- 1.Sweaty, Endless Fucking
- 2.Enchantingly Entwined Bodies
- 3.Hands Everywhere, Experiences Shared
- 4.Boundless Desires, Tantalizing Surprises
- In Conclusion
1.Sweaty, Endless Fucking
The Action:
I lay there in sweat, as Coach’s jockstrap-clad body pressed against my own. His hands fumbled with the strings of my shorts as they hung loosely around my waist. His breath was hot on my neck as his finger tips explored my toned torso, making my muscles quiver in anticipation of what was to come. His lips brushed against my ear lobe as he whispered something between Lust and fear.
I felt his hardness pressing against me and his hands slowly edging apart my legs. He must have known what I wanted as his fingers found their way deeper, and then suddenly, it happened. His manhood invaded my passage with no need for warning, no gentle guiding, he simply went for it. The tight grip of pleasure pushing deep was almost too much for my body to bear, I felt his thickness like an anvil of heat pushing without respite and soon my back was arching and my head spinning.
Our movements were endless, herculean marathons of high energy thrusts and low-level groans, our pleasure built and built with no relief in sight. My breaths were ragged and his sweat was dripping freely but Coach kept up the hard and heavy pace until I felt my body ready to give in to the dizzying pleasure. His grip tightened and his moans grew ever louder, and then, both of us screaming out our pleasure as our bodies collapsed into a heap of sweaty exhaustion. Game Over.
2.Enchantingly Entwined Bodies
I felt his body rock with mine, his lips, his muscles, the hint of a smile–all of it spoke of raw, indulgent desire that left me completely unafraid yet increasingly aroused. His hands pressed into my waist, no signs of hesitation as they explored each ridge, each valley of my body as if in search of something; be it an answer, an affirmation, or simply acknowledgement of my presence.
His lips found my bare neck and their warmth commanded the attention of my senses, awakening a hidden, yet ready response in me that I had been searching for days. My hands found the base of his back and teased their way to his thighs as I pulled him closer, every ounce of movement triggering a surge of intensity, a crackling electricity that can only be produced by two men so deeply, passionately entwined. I felt his hips move towards mine in anticipation and I relished in the thought that in this moment, I was everything he wanted, and I was everything his body desired. I was his. And then, the moment was gone.
3.Hands Everywhere, Experiences Shared
We finally had the chance to be alone. We lay in bed together, both of us overcome with anticipation and excitement. His hands started to roam my body as if exploring a new land. Everywhere his fingertips touched, my skin exploded in pleasure and my body trembled.
His head descended upon mine, kissing me with such hunger and desire that I almost lost myself under his passionate mouth. His hands moved lower and lower, caressing my body and eliciting cries of pleasure, until his fingers finally explored my manhood. Pinpricks of pleasure, which I’d never felt before, washed over me as my arousal increased.
In a wild fury, his lips pressed against mine as his hands pushed and stroked my body with a feverish intensity. Our tongues intertwined as I felt him finally enter my happy place, sliding into me like it was meant to be. We rocked together, increasing the intensity and pleasure of the experience, until finally both of us succumbed to absolute pleasure and joy. As I lay in his arms, I could feel the aftershocks of our love making still quaking through both of us. Game over.
4.Boundless Desires, Tantalizing Surprises
The scent of his masculine sweat and cologne aroused me like never before as he entered the studio. His stunning physique towered over me. He had bulging biceps, broad shoulders, and a sexy V-shaped waistline teasingly hidden under his tight shorts. We looked deep into each other’s eyes with a hunger burning brightly.
The racket bounced off the nylon strings as he slid the sweaty band of his wrist toward mine. His skin felt scalding hot as he guided my hand. His grip was strong and oddly comforting as we rallied back and forth. All I wanted to do was to surrender to his power but I tried to remain focused on the match. It felt impossible to resist him. With every passing point, my heart raced faster and faster. I wanted him to take control and I knew that the game would end soon.
Suddenly Coach paused and grabbed my arm. His fingers dug hard into my skin, but I did not flinch. He aggressively pinned me to the wall and bent his head down, allowing his lips to steal a kiss. Locked in this romantic embrace, I felt my will power fade as the intensity of my desires blazed to a climax. I clung to him as I felt his raging passions overtake us both. Game over.
In Conclusion
The night ended with the sun’s shadows slowly creeping away from the bedroom, and the sounds of their love echoes in my head. Like wild, erotically charged rock golems, they melted from position to position, and each time provided by an invigorating pleasure for the two. But with morning came a thoughtful sigh, an acknowledgment of their physical limits, even though they longed to remain in each other’s arms. This was the sweet goodbye they had to share; while knowing that their lustful connection was simply a game, a plaything for the night, and from here, it was all new.
designed and developed by