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 ducked into the side alley, my heart racing with a cocktail of excitement and fear. We embraced in the shadows of the night, my hands quickly undoing the buttons of his fly as he hissed into my ear. His cock pulsed against my palm as the alley echoed with his electric spasms of pleasure, his hot cum spilling in the darkness. A shameless public dick-tating, a testament to our perverted passion.
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.
He was a tall, muscular god with deep eyes that full of lust, and a huge bulge that promised endless pleasure. I could barely keep my hands off of him as we kissed passionately, deeply, as if nothing else ever mattered. When I finally blew my load, I felt so alive and incredibly powerful—a feeling that could only be duplicated when I heard the appreciative cheers of the crowd. It was the most beautiful moment of my life.
He pulled me in for a passionate kiss, slipping his gigantic cock deep inside me as his enormous hand massaged my aching body. I could barely contain myself as every thrust and moan sent me closer to the edge. He looked me in the eyes and took me deeper, pushing me further and further until I was finally overwhelmed with mind-numbing pleasure, cumming hard with a huge dick and a satisfied grin.
I stepped out from behind the curtain, my body shaking from anticipation. My heart raced. The lights were blinding and I could feel my favorite audience before me, eagerly awaiting to see my homoerotic performance. I began to follow the motions I was rehearsing in front of the mirror for weeks. As I climaxed, I felt my desire and vulnerability mingle in a way that was new to me–all to the sounds of thunderous applause.
He released a colossal load of creamy cum, thick and warm, all over my torso. His eyes sparkled with delight as I quivered beneath him as I shivered with pleasure from the warmth of his cum. I swear I could almost feel each drop as it cascaded over my stomach. Absolute bliss.
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.