billthedrake: thegloryboy:MÖŔE THAŃ GŖIŃDŖ->FAVORITISM“What is it, Coach?&ldqu
billthedrake: thegloryboy: MÖŔE THAŃ GŖIŃDŖ-> FAVORITISM“What is it, Coach?“I tried not to show any favoritism with Carson, at games or at practice, but it was hard in moments like this, the 6-foot stud of an attacker standing facing me, shirtless, hands on his hips, as I interrupted him mid-change from a weight training day. Hell, I probably has some of the jock’s DNA up in me from our heated fuck this morning. The sophomore shot heavy loads of spunk and he had a decently long tool to deliver it. I stood in front of the player, my best poker face on, while my asshole clenched and tried to ease that hungry itch in my guts.“I think Stanson has a new plan for you,” I said in my laconic bark of a Coach. Derek Stanson was the strength training coach, and maybe he didn’t have much of a modification for Carson Phillips’ workout regimen, beyond an off hand comment about some more stretches… maybe I just needed an excuse.Carson casually scratched his exposed rippled abs and nodded deferentially. “Sounds good, Coach… I’ll stop by after I’ve showered.”Hell, I’d just assume have the jock fresh from the weight room, but Carson knew he had to buy some time. The anticipation made it better, anyway. I sauntered back to my office and pretended to catch up on paperwork. Carson seemed to take his time but after the majority of the guys had left he popped at my door with a gentle knock. A towel was wrapped around his waist and his hair was still damp.“Hey Coach,” he deadpanned. “You wanted to see me?”I leaned back in my chair, hardon straining my sweats. “Come in Phillips,” I said.The attacker grinned as he stepped in and shut the door behind him. His dick was plumping out fast, growing into a youthful steel hard bone as he stepped toward me.I stood up, feeling the wave of incredible horniness sweep through my body. Particularly as the jock was getting that assured confidence before my eyes. “Fuck, Coach, I’m nutting in you more than my girlfriend,” he laughed. Not cruel, not taunting, just matter of fact truth. “You said she’s studying for her GMATs, huh…” I said. “I’m happy to take care of ya buddy.”Carson grinned stepping up and wrapping his arms around my waist and gripping my ass with his strong hands. “Yeah, I ended up dating a smart chick, Coach. Not sure what sure sees in me.”Got the kid’s eyes could melt my resistance if I had any. But Carson was the whole package, cute, masculine, strong, and playful all at once. “I have a pretty good idea, stud,” I growled and reached down and gripped his erection with my thick fingers. “You fuck like a porn star, Carson.”Those hands were kneading my middle-aged ex-jock ass more urgently now as our mouths met. Carson was a great kisser, but our lip lock was more about lust than passion at that moment. He had an intense look when he pulled back and gave me one quick look. “I wanna fuck you like I can’t fuck her,” he hissed, running his fingers now up beneath the hem of my shirt and feeling the work I’d put in to slim down my dadbod over the last year.“How’s that?” I asked with a thrill.He shook his head, letting me know it was gonna be a surprise. “Turn around,” he instructed.I did asked and felt his hands caress my flank as he lifted my shirt up higher. Then his horny jock voice asked me to lift me arms. I did and felt him pull my long-sleeve T up. Only as the cotton cleared my shoulders, I heard him bark softly. “Stop Coach.” I was standing, arms above my head and my face and head covered with my shirt. With a gentle shove he pushed me onto the desk. I had a brief claustrophobic panic, but Carson’s hands massaged between my shoulder blades and down my lats. “Hold still, Coach. I’m gonna fuck you like this.”I relaxed and felt a strange thrill. It was like being bound and blindfolded all at once. I felt his skilled hands pull down my sweats and briefs then I heard a rustle of my desk drawer being opened and a flick of a cap and a squirt of the lube. The penetration was sudden but my hole was ready for him. That sizable lacrosse jock dick bored right deep into my guts. Like it had this morning. And the night before, when I’d asked Carson to spend the night at my place. But before we’d fucked missionary, going slow before Carson showed off his trademark piledriving moves. He went right to the hard strokes now, gripping my hips to keep me from escaping his fuck. “Holy shit, Coach…” he gasped with surprise at how well I was taking it. And how much it turned him on. “You’re a fucking slut.”His words made me blush, but my player was right. I enjoyed this way too much. The contraints of being trapped, the roughness of the fuck, the way my erection pressed against the hard metal of my desk. I pushed my ass back and spread my legs for Carson to do his power fuck routine.“Oh fuck!” I heard. His voice was getting choked with need, and I had a sense he’d cum soon. Hips hips pounded me faster, then I felt the surprise sting of his palm on my ass. “FUCK!” I grunted into the shirt.“Quiet, Coach!” Carson urged through clenched teeth. Then another slap came down. “Almost there…” Then a swat came to my other ass cheek. Then the right again. And like that, it stopped. Carson buried himself deep in me and unloaded his heavy balls. The hands that spanked me and spanked me hard now softly caressed my body as he pulled out slowly and pulled me back up. He helped me pull my shirt back down, and Carson smirked as he watched me work out the cramps in my bis and tris. Casually, my player picked up his towel and wrapped it around his waist. “Ellen’s test isn’t for three more weeks, Coach. Hope you know what you’ve gotten into.”I reached back and felt my used and seeded hole. “I have a pretty good idea, Phillips. You got my number, kid.”The jock looked me up and down. He was in charge, for sure, but there was no denying his attraction to me. My older yet fit body. My role as authority figure. “Yeah, Coach,” he said then turned and walked out of my office. -- source link