Top Tryout | PETER POUNDER | Chapter 2
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Chapter 2
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Starring Cole Blue and Peter Pounder
Starring Cole Blue and Peter Pounder
After soccer practice, the plucky new tryout, Peter, invited the assistant coach Coach Blue to his dorm to relax. As the two fit-bodied jocks entered the dorm room, they laid back and chatted about the upcoming game.
Suddenly, Peter’s tone changed, darkened to a more thoughtful cadence. He relayed to Coach Blue that he’d noticed that his teammate, Milo Miles, had been getting a lot of one-on-one time and seemingly special attention from the other coaches. Not just extra time studying match film, but extra special sexual attention.
Coach Blue nodded ...[Read more]After soccer practice, the plucky new tryout, Peter, invited the assistant coach Coach Blue to his dorm to relax. As the two fit-bodied jocks entered the dorm room, they laid back and chatted about the upcoming game.
Suddenly, Peter’s tone changed, darkened to a more thoughtful cadence. He relayed to Coach Blue that he’d noticed that his teammate, Milo Miles, had been getting a lot of one-on-one time and seemingly special attention from the other coaches. Not just extra time studying match film, but extra special sexual attention.
Coach Blue nodded in agreement. He’d noticed the same thing, as well. But he wasn’t too concerned by it. He assured Peter that since the young upstart had been showcasing his skills lately, it was only a matter of time until he was drowning in cock and cum.
Peter smiled brightly. But how soon is now, he wondered? At this point, Peter was clearly aroused by Coach Blue, and had all the confidence that a boy needs to take charge and lead. Peter told him exactly what was on his mind: he wanted to fuck his gorgeous, masculine coach.
With a twinkle in his eye, it took but a second for Coach Blue to consent.
The eager, hungry assistant coach peeled off Peter’s soccer uniform and inhaled the delicious aroma of the twink’s jockstrap. Then Coach Blue practiced his tongue-twirling, cock-pulsating moves on Peter’s aching playstick.
Peter gripped the bed sheets and arched his head back while moaning out loud. It was clear Coach Blue didn’t need much practice at giving head—the dude was a straight up Gold Glover when it came to errorless cock draining.
After lapping and teasing the bulbous end of Peter’s plaything, the crafty Coach Blue suggested they call an audible from the playbook: they should maneuver into position for a 69 play. That sexy call had both athletes pumped up and ready to show just how good teamwork always results in a score.
However, Peter impulsively decided that, aspiring one day to earn the role of team captain, he was going to show how he could really take charge and bring his ultimate desire to the finish line. This time, Peter called the next play: he instructed Coach Blue to pull those meaty thighs back and get ready to get filled! As the twink player drove his boy-shaft deep inside the coach’s tight hole, he gave it his all. His pure sportsman effort left his hunky coach moaning so loudly.
Peter, drunk with power, called yet another switch-up in formation. As if Coach Blue and Peter had been calling plays together for years, the older coach instinctively pistoned off his back and into the doggy-position. Peter grabbed his thick twink cock and aimed it at the tender hole of his intended target.
As Peter lunged forward with a triumphant cry, he buried himself deep inside of Coach Blue’s quivering ass. He thrust all the way to the hilt—a goal, a point scored. Both were reduced to wails of happy approval as Peter nailed his coach’s sweet-spot dead on with each talented thrust.
The perfect, thick, round bubble butt of Coach Blue had the young twink top in a panting, delirious daze. He expertly coached the starry-eyed wonderjock on the fine-tuned craft of how to size-up and soundly deliver his rhythm to any receiver he encountered.
All that coaching advice and the results that immediately followed caused Peter to announce a final, heart-racing lap to the finish line. Coach Blue white-knuckled the bed sheets with vigorous anticipation. He cheered the boy on, encouraging him to really hit that last stride hard.
And just as Peter exploded past the finish line, he quickly pulled out and shot his massive, juicy load all over the roaring coach’s beefy ass globes. Coach Blue’s moist fuckhole puckered and pulsated as if it was still hungry for the passionate athlete’s meat.
Lucky for Coach Blue, Peter’s rod was very much still rock-hard. He pushed his dick right back in and scored bonus points for the coach, for the team, and for himself.
