My coach grabbed me from behind, pressing me against his chest. He ran his hands over my body, squeezing me hard. His grip strong, I felt my body trembling with anticipation as his lips descended onto mine. It was a kiss like no other; passionate and hot, my moan echoing through the empty hallway.
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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.
My coach had just finished giving a pep talk and declared the game a victory. To celebrate, he made his way to the locker room, and as I followed, I felt his gaze, heavy and hungry, linger on me. We stepped into the backroom and my every nerve was alive; the air was charged with sensual electricity. I knew then I would never forget what was about to happen—and I welcomed it.
He pressed his body against mine, demanding more. His hands moved over my chest, across my stomach and down to the place between my legs. His lips followed suit, tracing a path of molten desire. I gasped and shuddered as he explored my body, his warm breath fanning flames of passion. I wanted nothing more than for him to ravish me.
He was my coach, I was his student. He taught me of passion, desire and domination. I devoted to him intensely, surrendering my body and mind to his every command. Our sport was pleasure, and we didn’t care about the refs. We ripped off each other’s clothes and explored each other with feverish intensity, playing until there was nothing left to do but forget the rules and kiss our way to a well-earned victory. Game over. F*ck THE REFS!
The coach snapped his whistle and with one finger beckoned me onto the field. To his delight, I did as he asked and soon found myself with my back against the grass, ready for anything. His hard body pressed down against mine as he whispered his most wicked command – to be fucked by his skilled hands in full view of anyone who dared to watch. I moaned as I felt him enter me and all my senses awoke. It was a wild, thrilling experience with an audience that made it even hotter.
He was a god, a force to be reckoned with. His massive body filled the room with an arousing energy that was electric. His powerful muscles quivered with anticipation as he grabbed his young player, kissing him passionately and pushing him onto the bed. His lips devoured the young man’s body while his strong hands pinned him down. It was a dance of passion as those two collided in the most wickedly delicious way.
The locker room bristled with excitement. I stripped off my jersey and pulled down my pants, revealing my erection. He stared, hungrily, and I knew it was time to pitch. With a touch so light, he caressed my torso before our mouths met; and in the steamy shower, I sealed the deal. My coach had taught me the ropes – now I was ready to score.