I watched in admiration as the Coach slowly grabbed his handsome flame’s slim waist and pressed his large warm palms against the wet, eager skin of his lover. He moved his hands lazily, expertly, conveying a carnal message with every inch of his touch. His eyes captured mine with an intense, burning hunger as he poured his passionate words into the air like hot chocolate. “I want you now!
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He couldn’t take it any longer. His craving for Coach Avery was too strong to resist. Steve moved in and ravaged him with their tongues, pushing Avery passionately against the pitch turf. With no time to spare, Steve ripped off Avery’s clothes and entered him, each thrust stronger than the last. Too soon the game had to start, but the two of them agreed that they had all the pleasure they needed.
He couldn’t keep his eyes off the spectrum of taut muscles on the coach’s back, his mind and body in overdrive. When their eyes finally met, he felt like he had just caught a touchdown pass. In that moment he knew, as it was the last huddle, he wanted the coach to take him to the end-zone–in bed.
He stroked my skin with tenderness, his fingertips caressing every inch of me as if to memorize my body. His lips were intertwined with mine, and his tongue traced uninhibited circles around my own as we kissed. His palms massaged my chest in familiar circles as his body pressed against mine. The coach’s game was full of tantalizing pleasure.
He was in his full coach uniform, an extreme authority figure. I knew something was coming; I could sense he wanted me. We ended up in a musty, cramped locker room, he pressed me up against the wall and our mouths locked in passionate desperation, sinking into each other and crashing against one another. His body felt like a furnace, threatening to scorch, heat running through us both in waves. In minutes the game would start but no one knew what we had done in these hot quarters…me and my coach.
Coach prepped us for the game in a way none of us expected. Our uniforms slid off, skin on skin, and it felt electric. He moved us around like pieces in a game as the heat between us built. Soon Coach’s touch was all over us and we were all in an incredibly homoerotic frenzy. The sweat, the heat, it was an experience none of us will ever forget.
The coach’s powerful frame filled the entire doorway as I stepped inside. Despite the people around us, we were suspended in a silent intamacy, a bond of unspoken desire. I followed him, barely able to contain my excitement, as we made our way into a corner booth reserved for just the two of us. Our hands tangled together and we went in for a passionate kiss – the beginning of a game-night affair that I’d remember for the rest of my life.
I opened the locker room door and gasped at what I saw. Our muscular coach and our team’s most talented player together, their sweat-sheened bodies intertwined, groping and grinding in an erotically charged display of same-sex desire. This was no mere midgame coaching; this was an act of forbidden pleasure.
His body was mine; I seized the moment and explored the hidden contours of his sweat-covered physique. As my tongue darted and lapped, I felt his ardent desire building and driving us beyond any measure of control. Our union was a passionate, hungry blend of heat and pleasure as we devoured each other in a wild post-game quickie.
Sweaty from victory, the coach’s eyes glinted with admiration as he locked his hungry gaze to the player’s smooth toned body. The stunningly hung coach inched closer, their tight bodies pressing as he leaned down, letting his arousal rest tantalisingly against his player’s tight ass. The game was won, but now the real reward was about to begin.