billthedrake: NCAA RULESClive Murphy wasn’t a pretty boy. As a defensive player, he was big an
billthedrake: NCAA RULESClive Murphy wasn’t a pretty boy. As a defensive player, he was big and beefy and more gruff than handsome, even as he still had some stubborn baby fat on his cheeks to go with the college-player thickness.But Coach likes ‘em beefy and likes em dumb. If you think I’m an asshole for calling my boyfriend, and one of my best players, dumb, well… you haven’t had to have multiple conferences with the boy’s professors, trying to sweet talk them into giving the poor boy a passing grade. Clive may not be worth shit in the classroom, but he tears it up on the field. And he knows his way around a cock. Jesus, the first time the kid hunkered down and swallowed my fat dong to the base, I knew I’d found a once-in-a-lifetime talent. The kid was just so… HUNGRY for it. Like a starved beast, he deep throated my monster, before working the first few inches for more stimulation, then going back for more of his sword swallowing act. He earned every drop of the load I fed him, even as he nursed the dribbles before pulling off. “Did I do OK, Coach?” he asked in his deep, dumb voice. Any other guy who could suck cock like THAT, who was so frickin’ skilled, would be asking that with a cocky knowledge that he did more than OK. But Clive was sincere as hell. That very eagerness to please actually had me spurting another stream of cum onto his football-jock mug. “Yeah, Murphy, you did OK,” I hissed, rubbing his short brown hair like I was petting a puppy.Of course there were a few eyebrows raised when Clive moved in with me. I didn’t have to consult the NCAA rule book to know which half dozen policies I was violating. But I put up enough wins for the college’s season that the board of directors turned a blind eye. They could either pay a hell of a lot more of another coach, or get a losing coach. Or keep me. They went with the smart choice.As for Clive, the boy’s happy as a clam. I thought he might balk at the no-clothes around the house rule, especially when I put on the “my house my rules” shtick. I’d barely gotten my alpha-wannabe speech out, when he just grinned and started shucking his jeans. “Sound fun, Coach,” he said, peeling off his XXL T-shirt to show off his beefiness. “This mean I get to suck your dick more?”Jesus, I wasn’t sure who was the one in charge in the relationship as I followed suit in stripping down. “Yeah, Murphy, it means you’re gonna suck my dick a lot more.” -- source link