Post Game Reward: Coach Meets Player
I could still feel the exhilaration of the game – that rush of sweaty adrenaline and manly determination that had taken over my body as I tackled my opponent to the ground and won the match for my team. But the last whistle had now blown, and the fight was finished. It was time to look for another kind of reward – the reward of satisfying my own desires. As the players dispersed for the showers, I snuck off into a corner, ready to meet with my post-game reward – a young and sexy player who heated up my engine with just a single glance.
Table of Contents
- 1. The Coach’s Reward: An Unbridled Passion
- 2. Ivory Tower Longings Unleashed
- 3. Commanding the Playing Field: Lustful Submission
- 4. Deep Coming-of-Age Fantasies Fulfilled
- In Retrospect
1. The Coach’s Reward: An Unbridled Passion
- The Union: The night was dark, the crescent moon never fully lit. In the shadows, he waited, standing alone. I heard his heavy breathing, echoing as if through a tunnel, his body aching for a union. I slowly stepped forward, our eyes joining, our souls, now, one and the same.
- The Reward:The embrace was hot, intense. Our hunger for one another marshalling the depths of our desire. I felt his arms grip my back, his chest, pressed against mine. I relished in the moment our lips touched as his hands caressed every inch of me. His movements were powerful, his passion unbridled. I wept with pleasure as we soared together, my reward, given in spades.
2. Ivory Tower Longings Unleashed
Our clothes lay on the wood floor like a forgotten pile of crumpled autumn leaves discarded in frustration. His eyes were a deep brown river that stole the breath from my lungs, mine a stormy blue sea that crashed against every shore of his. He stood there in the twilight of moment, headlamp still aglow, ready and willing.
I stepped back to take in the whole picture. He was a striated vision, a mesa of muscle and raw hunger and I was his oasis. My palm reached out and my touch was a thunderbolt. His breath hitched and a soft moan tickled my ear. We’d done this before I thought.
- I pulled him closer, every inch of his body firm against my own
- His hands cold and urgent on my neck and back, eager to explore
- Heavy desire between us as I whispered sweet nothings, old and new
- His skin, caramel-colored and salty to the taste
- Our bodies a writhing, breathing sculpture of pleasure
An explosion of ecstasy, pleasure, and perfection. In that moment, nothing mattered more than him and me, together as one. Every moment was a new discovery, every touch a brushstroke of sapphire perfection. Behind even the silence roared a redoubled passion. No longer the innocent scholar, or the star athlete, but two hedonistic pleasuring gods who’d broken out of their ivory tower prisons.
3. Commanding the Playing Field: Lustful Submission
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He looks like a wide receiver, tall and strong, all muscle in tight compression shorts and a tank that shows off his footballer’s physique. He strides confidently into the locker room like he owns it, straddling the space between our eyes like an insistent taunt of “look, but don’t touch”. I want to touch, to possess, to dominate. I have authority in this space—here, he is my student, and he is here to learn. He has already won the game, and now it’s time to collect his reward: his coach.
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My fingertips trail along the lines of his back, first tracing the ropes of muscle, then down to tantalizingly just inside the tight waistband of his shorts. The game is over, and the reward is warm and waiting. I draw him closer with an ardent kiss, and then, I demand his submission. I lead him to the bench and order him to kneel, with no further instructions needed. He knows the rules: surrender your body to me and I will show pleasure you’ve never experienced before. And just like that, the tables are turned: my pupil becomes my plaything, and I have the chance to show him just how truly powerful lustful submission can be.
4. Deep Coming-of-Age Fantasies Fulfilled
I was so turned on as I glanced over the court to get a good look at him. He was tall, with broad shoulders and muscular arms. His hair was cut short and he had a regal yet assertive air about him that drew me in. His presence was powerful, and I could tell that if he wanted me, he was going to take me home.
The final buzzer sounded and I quickly made my way over to him. We didn’t exchange words, as I just looked deeply into his eyes. I could tell he wanted me, too. Before I knew it, he grabbed my hand and pulled me back towards the locker room. Once inside, he shut the door behind us and grabbed me by the back of the neck. His strength was intense and I could feel my body surrender to him. He moved me in just right and kissed me deeply. I could feel my desire burning like never before as clothing started to come off. He was gentle but firm and I could tell he knew exactly what he wanted from me. We explored each other and it felt like I had found someone who understood me. We were in perfect unison of pleasure and pain and I could feel my own growth unfold as we crushed against each other in pleasure. When I came, I felt the love we were creating and knew that I was going to remember the moment forever.
In Retrospect
The gates closed, the night outside grew still and empty. As we returned to the locker room, we knew we both were victors in the grand game of lust. As we undressed, my eyes running hungrily over your body, I saw reflected in yours the desire kindled inside us both. You took my hand, and I felt a new beginning – for a different kind of game. Loving words, soft breaths, hungry touches, and pleasured moans came together to form a beautiful harmony, a real post game reward. We have won.
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