He entered the changing room with a slight smile of knowing, of craving, of needing. As the stars gleamed through the window, his eyes pleaded for the release only the young player could give him. He pulled the boy close, kissing his neck and feeling his body quake with pleasure as his rough hands explored each sweet curve.
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He wrapped his strong hands around me, pulling my body towards him, my skin searing with electricity at his touch. The urgency of our desire was palpable, like an electric current welded us together. His passionate breath heating my neck, my eyes fluttered, my will melting away with each stroke. We consumed each other completely, two lovers entwined in a hot, passionate public display.
The coach handed him the post-game trophy, eyes hungry, then roughly grabbed him by the neck, hauling him close. He leaned in, grazing his nose across the contours of his player’s face. Then he devoured his lips, lust dripping from every hungry press. Hot. Hard. Flesh to flesh. Everything he’d ever wanted. Naughty reward for a job well done.
I beheld His coach’s tight shorts revealing his package; a promise of what was to follow. Nipples hardening, my breaths quickening, I entered his team’s locker room where desire was no longer mere words but a reality, the crashing of our bodies, the raw heat of sweat on skin our soundtrack until climax.
The coach guided me to the back bleachers under the dark night sky. Our adrenaline for the game now replaced with lust, he pulls me close, forces me up against the metal bars, and takes me hard and fast. My moans echoing throughout the court as I fought to keep quiet. I lost. He left me breathless and wanting more.
I spilled my heart in that aching embrace; his body playing mine like an electric guitar on fire. I kissed him, propelling him into deliriums of desire, as my hands roamed his body freely, sparking waves of pleasure. My love for him swelled; with every caress his resolve melted away, until nothing was between us but searing passion.
My player trembled under me, my hip bones pressing against his pert ass, as I claimed him as my own. He ached for me and I for him, raw desire driving us to an unknown pleasure. We were lost in each other, two souls connected by love and carnal lust.
In the stands, his eyes sought out Coach’s muscular back, suggesting a night of promise. He could feel the intense heat, as Coach took him in his arms and showed him the way home. A stir surged through the two men as they embraced and made their way back to his bedroom. The anticipation was electric.
My hand moved from his shoulder to caress his neck, my fingertips tracing his smooth skin. I leaned in and our lips met in a passionate embrace. He let out a soft moan as I nibbled on his lower lip. His strong, toned body pressed against mine and I could feel his arousal pressing hard against my thigh.
Sweat streamed between us in twin rivers, and we moved together like we had done this a thousand times before, the taste and feel of our bodies an intoxicating new pleasure. With every thrust, we felt a forbidden tension that sent ripples through the steam-filled locker room.