FOOTBALL SEASON
Added 2022-10-09 01:02:40 +0000 UTCZ+G
(Based loosely on the Greek myth of Zeus and Ganymede)
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Last week, Coach Mike asked if I wanted to watch the Rams/Bulls game at his place on the new big screen. I thought he was so hot that, without even thinking, I said okay. When I arrived, he answered the door in a tank top and boxers. He apologized that the thermostat was broken and his apartment was an oven, but that he had opened all the windows and that there were plenty of cold ones in the fridge. To be honest, just the site of Coach in his skivvies already had me hot under the collar.
Twenty minutes and 3 beers in, I was sweating like a pig and feeling extra horny from the Buds. Coach saw me fidgeting and tugging at my clothes, and said we should have a few more beers to cool us down. I headed to the kitchen to grab a couple and, when I returned, I found Coach sitting there in nothing but his tank, glistening like a freshly washed truck and hard as a rock. I tried to be cool and act like I didn't notice, but my bulging 501s told a very different story.
As I handed him his bottle, he suggested that I might be more comfortable if I ditched the jeans and T. As he did, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his arms. I was too buzzed to resist as he slowly stripped me down to my birthday suit, whispering in my ear all the things he wanted to do to me. Before I could wrap my head around what was happening, I was completely naked, soaking wet, and squirming like a frisky puppy with his massive member buried deep inside me.
Needless to say, we never caught the final score.
-MB
