Post-Game Pleasure: Coach is More Than Just a Player
My palms were so sweaty, I thought they would never dry. I had always wanted to please my new coach – a hot, young, muscular jock who had a few years of experience and knew how to win. So when he suggested I come back to his place after practice to go another couple of rounds, I was game. I followed him to his place, eager to see what more he had in store for me. As soon as we crossed the threshold, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me to his bedroom. He laid me down on the bed and whispered: “Baby, I’m gonna show you exactly what post-game pleasure looks like.
Table of Contents
- 1. Sweet Whispers of Passion
- 2. The Game is On
- 3. Intimate Coaching
- 4. Finishing with a Bang
- Wrapping Up
1. Sweet Whispers of Passion
The Moment Begins:
He was in full coach persona when I first saw him, barking orders from the sidelines of a basketball court. I could feel his intensity radiating out of my screen, but his gaze had met mine and something felt different. It was like a charged energy that seemed to make my heart skip a beat.
The coach was much taller than I thought he was, his body more toned and muscular than I had expected. He had a presence on the court that was hard not to notice. I had a feeling that when it came to basketball, he was definitely in control.
But I knew it was going to be a different story in the bedroom. I wanted to see what lay beneath his commanding demeanor, and I was ready to find out.
The Pleasure Begins:
We made our way into my bedroom and I was already aroused. His strong muscular arms grabbed me as my back pressed against the wall, and I felt a wave of pleasure rise inside me. His lips found my neck and his hands explored my body like a roadmap.
I could feel the heat from his skin and the calloused hands touched my body teasingly. His movements were met with increasing passion until I could no longer contain myself.
We eventually made it to the bed and it was like I was in a trance, surrendering myself to every touch and breath. I tasted his sweat as I eagerly responded to his masterful movements.
My moan filled the room as our bodies intertwined in ecstasy. The passions of the game had translated into something new, a pleasure that I hadn’t known could exist.
Drawing it to a close, I lay in bed afterwards a satisfied man, the only trace of his presence the lingering whispers of our sweet and sexy post-game pleasure.
2. The Game is On
In the Shower
The locker room was still but I could feel the heat of us both in the room. The game had been brilliant and just as I had predicted my team had won. The boys had responded to my direction and strategy on the field and it had all drastically paid off. I had earned yet another win. But the game was over and the shower was calling and I knew I could put this one to rest while I bathed and cleansed myself.
I was careful stepping into the shower, aware that more was on my agenda than just to wash. My coach had said that it was my hands that helped the team win this round and that I deserved a treat for it. And so, as I bathed, I allowed my bathwater to soothe the aching of the game and the feelings that seemed to take over my body. My coach revealed himself to me steamy and wet, his ripped body pressed to mine, each muscle chiseled and pinching me in the most divine of ways. The intensity coursed through my veins as he rocked against me, I felt myself losing steam and losing my strength in his embrace. His body pulsed to the same beat as mine and as I laid my head against his chest, I felt his heart pounding against my cheek.
I shivered, but not from coldness, as he lifted me up and pinned me to the wall. Now I knew the real game had begun and I surrendered to the pleasure.
3. Intimate Coaching
The Intermezzo
As the lights of the stadium flickered and the crowd simmered, the energy between us rose. We had won. We were champions. The air was thick with tension — but it was a tension that yearned to be broken. His gaze traveled slowly over my body, the warm pressure of his palm radiating heat from behind my back. It felt electric.
As we descended the stairs of the stadium I could feel each breath he took, as if his lungs were my own and his body was beside me. When he began to walk faster, I held onto his arm to keep him from moving too quickly. We stopped at the doorway and his lips were near my ear, whispering words of encouragement so softly that I wasn’t sure I was even hearing them. His scent was like a tranquilizing drug, sending me into a trance.
The Boundary Pusher
He kissed me, soft and gentle, like a coach taking the field for the first time. His hands were strong but gentle as he pulled me into his arms, and when he began to lead me, my heart pounded with anticipation. Then his fingers pressed firmly against my back as he guided me through a door — a door I had never crossed before. I felt my skin flush and my breath grew labored.
He took off his shirt, revealing his chiseled body, and he smiled as he walked towards me. His skin smelled sweet and his eyes sparkled as he brushed his hand across my chest. It was intoxicating. He pushed me up against a wall and leaned in close, until I could feel his breath on my neck. His lips brushed past mine, brushing softly until I surrendered.
He touched me in a way I never wanted to be touched and showed me things I’d never seen before. I wanted him to keep going, and as I begged for more, I felt his presence that could never be replaced. He had changed me. He was my coach, my teacher, and my lover.
4. Finishing with a Bang
The electricity fueled the breath of life between us as our tongues twirled in a frenzied tango. His robust hands were strong and sure moving up and down the curves of my body. His touch made me shudder and tremble in desire. My wordless sounds created a music of the moment that would never be forgotten.
It seemed with each passing beat of his hands, I was growing more aroused and needy. He took me by the hand and guided me to the bed. The anticipation of what would happen next made my heart race and my passion swell. My skin tingled as I felt him lay me down on the bed and watched him kneel before me. I could feel his need, but he was patient and deliberate. His mouth explored my body with slow burning fire. His tongue created swirls of pleasure that make my heart quiver with delight. His fingers danced softly down my arm up and down my body. His passion was overwhelming yet gentle and loving. He moved up and I opened my legs inviting his energy in. His touch filled me with a desire that exploded into hot and steamy waves of pleasure. I released the night’s tensions into deep satisfaction. Then with one last kiss, he said goodbye and quietly snuck away.
Wrapping Up
The sun was rising on a languid summer morning, and it seemed like the perfect time to draw the curtains of our post-game pleasure to a close. As I gathered up my clothes, I couldn’t help but relish in the lingering pleasure of having Coach as my worthy opponent. For one night, I’d let go and express my deepest desires, and the experience left me feeling satisfied and still wanting more. As I passed by my reflection in the mirror, I thought to myself: “Coach may be just a player, but he sure knows how to make the game feel like a win every time”.
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