My gaze lingered on the silhouette of muscle and bulging outline of his speedo, so enticing and powerful. I could feel the energy emanating from him, an electric surge of masculine power that made my heart beat faster. His every breath seemed to embody raw passion and unbridled desire – an invitation to explore and to surrender.
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He was big, tall, and strong. The heat of his presence made me feel powerless, but I wanted it so bad. He grabbed my shirt and pulled me in, crushing my lips beneath his. His hands were everywhere, gripping and exploring. I moaned in pleasure, and let the sensations take me away.
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 stepped closer until our crotches almost touched. His eyes gleamed with desire as he buried his hands in my hair and pressed his lips hungrily against mine, devouring me with a hot, passionate kiss. Every muscle in my body tensed in anticipation as a current of pleasure shot through me. We refused to part, instead tangling our tongues and exploring with a frenzied hunger. Only after the referee shouted “Time!” did we break away, panting and flushed.
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 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 couldn’t keep his eyes off me. As soon as I walked through the door I felt the heat of his hungry gaze as his eyes lingered over my body. All I could think was one thing: ‘Get ready to fly, Hotshot Hawk’.
When the lights went down and the clock struck midnight, Xavier’s hidden desires took over, and it was no surprise as to what he wanted. His hands roamed hungrily, body pushing and pulling with a passion that could only be found in the deepest depths of the night.
The salty sweat of the jocks glistens in the glowing sun as they grapple each other in a heated match of desire. The bulging muscles strain and flex, teasing each other with their namesakes as the air of love and lust amplifies. Unspoken promises and passions come to a final conclusion under the intense battle of hot cocks and jocks.
Heaving abs, chiseled biceps, thick thighs – these hung, muscular jocks were built to please. Erections that seemed to beg to be touched, and velvety smooth skin that begged to be licked. Hard and ready, these jocks made you long for heady, steamy nights full of passionate encounters.