My game was over. In the locker room, the scent of my coach’s cologne quickly overpowered me as he grabbed me close. His hard body pressed against me and his lips explored me. His passionate intensity left me gasping for breath as he explored the depths of my soul.
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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.
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.
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 was a man of flame and heat, defining my desires with a single touch. My breath quickened, my heart raced, and my arousal quivered in anticipation of what was to come. I felt myself and my passion ignite, flickering and blazing in the night.
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 breathed hot against my neck as his hands roved my body. I took off his tight shirt, revealing a toned chest and rippling abs: his basketball biceps contrasting with his slender hips. Reaching around, I pulled him closer until I could feel his hard cock against my own. We moved together, both of us pushing towards an ever-intensifying ecstasy.
One night six guys from the group got together for dinner at an Italian restaurant. After dinner, their conversation revolved around sexual exploits and fantasies. After a few bottles of wine, they decided to take things a step further. They ended up back at one of their apartments. Clothes came off. Hands explored each other. Groans echoed off the walls as tight wet mouths discovered hung erections. And as one, the six became one.
The dom was the voracious connoisseur of their secret desires, guiding his eager subjects to explore all manner of forbidden raptures. Their bodies became a buffet of delights as they tasted each other, kissed, sucked and ravished each other intoa fevered frenzy of submission and domination. The night morphed into a passionate symphony of glorious sounds and sensation.