The sun was going down fast, and we were eager to have a taste of forbidden pleasure in public. I started to lick his neck while running my hands along his bare chest, sending shivers through both of us. His strong arms embraced me with forceful passion – our lips synchronized in a passionate kiss. His tight grip around my waist grew even tighter as we made our way to the locker room. Little did anyone know what we had planned. It was going to be a pre-game to remember.
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He taunted me, trimming, primping and molding my body. His fingers wandered shamelessly, awakening a deep sensuality inside me. Kneeling, I watched his hard body approach. He stood above, commanding me to surrender. Passion bloomed in our joint venture; public exhibitionists of an erotic act.
I quickly disrobed, flinging my clothes to the corner as I heard him moan my name. His firm, pulsing muscles glistened in the dim light as his hot breath crashed against me, electrified and alive. The on-field pregame show became as much of a performance as what was about to take place between the coach and I.
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 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.
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.
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.