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.
Browsing: pre-game
The smell of the crisp cool grass met my nose as I kneeled down before coach. His muscled form towering above me, our eyes meeting in that moment when I knew I had to have him. His strong hands caressing my sides, my body quivering at his touch. His kisses-so sweet yet so aggressive- conquering my whole being. I was his, only his before the game.
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.
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 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!
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.
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.