In the stands, his eyes sought out Coach’s muscular back, suggesting a night of promise. He could feel the intense heat, as Coach took him in his arms and showed him the way home. A stir surged through the two men as they embraced and made their way back to his bedroom. The anticipation was electric.
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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.
His thick, tight muscles quivered and tensed as he thrust his huge, throbbing cock into the waiting depths of his partner’s heated, wet depths. His movements were deep and rough, and they both moaned with delight as he unleashed the hot, primal passion that had been building inside them both.
His hands roamed boldly over buff biceps and tight abdominals, exploring the contours of his fantasy in vivid detail. Heat emanated from his hard body, an irresistible force that spurred his desire and left his fingertips aching for more. He could feel himself pulsing with passion, ready to be taken to heights of pleasure he’d never dreamed of.
His tight jockstrap couldn’t contain the thick, bulging package that teased and tantalized, sending sparks of arousal shooting through my veins. He stood there, unabashedly sexy, his hunger for me making my heart flutter. I wanted to explore every inch of that delicious male form – my mouth was watering in anticipation.
I could feel his warm breath on my neck as we lay in bed. His hands exploring my body, his fingers entwining with mine, our lips tasting each other in a passionate, hungry kiss. His words, whispers of desire, his muscled body pressing in to me as his lovemaking took me to new heights of pleasure.
The hung jocks around here were like mythic gods, and I ached to conquer them. I loved the feel of their hard muscles, the sounds of their desire as I explored every inch of their body. I was obsessed with pushing them to the limit, making their bodies do things they never imagined.
His tight tank hugged his sculpted biceps like a second skin, the fabric stretching to contain the growing bulge of his muscular chest. His face was a portrait of pure lust as his muscles quivered with raw desire, begging to be touched. He was the epitome of pure masculinity.
His thick cock hung like a juicy prize, its hard shaft begging to be touched. He smiled, his teeth gleaming with naughty intent. My eyes widened with anticipation. This was definitely a night for hung jocks. Ready and willing to play.
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.