Grant High has never won the championship. Their star quarterback blows out his knee. The coach is pulling his hair out. For the first time he's in a position to win it all, and he has no quarterback. Well, he has Bonner. He's five foot nothing and hasn't taken a snap all year. It is what it is, but when he puts Bonner in, magic happens. He can still win the championship. That's if no one looks at Bonner too closely. Bonner isn't exactly what he ...
Our Bro is conflicted about his feelings and identity. He is worried about the relationship with his best bro. How can things go back to normal?
His married Coach invites him over again to console and teach our Bro something important about himself.
The singlet was tight, tighter than my usual uniform. It hugged my body, the white fabric stretched over my butt and bulge, straining with each movement. Devin wore the same thing, standing before me with a smirk and a heavy looking package. From what I could see, he wasn't wearing underwear. I wasn't either
I still hadn’t divulged my one meeting with Coach Woods, and here Eddie and I both seemed to have landed in the thick of things. Little did I know at the time what a blessing that would turn out to be. I was still so under Eddie’s spell that I barely paid attention to anything else, it seemed.
At this point I knew a lot about Jordan (mostly from my math teacher colleague—and one of the few adults I had at least partially connected with), but I didn’t really know him all that well personally, to be honest.
After completing my sports physical, Dr. Grant started my second round of treatments. I sucked at the Kegel exercises and knew I was going to need to step up my dedication to my dick workouts. During the sounding, I noticed Dr. Grant was sporting wood. He noticed I had noticed but handled it like a pro. The prostate massage went well, but was more volume than distance.
As the days passed, it seemed more and more clear than Eddie and Jordan seemed to be hitting it off big time. I was both happy and sad, although I still felt like there was some additional role I could play as they worked on growing up and beyond this small town. And on top of that, I wasn’t really minding the coaching, or the number of times I would think about Eddie and Jordan and remember goo
A couple of days passed. Of course I paid attention to Eddie, but increasingly maybe even more so Jordan. Even though it was Eddie I felt like I related to more, it was Jordan who I really thought about whenever I remembered Jamal. Doing my damnedest to recreate that relationship, and with a bit of luck help it live on, was increasingly what kept me going.
It was almost like the more I believed there was something meaningful between Eddie and Jordan, the harder I got on Eddie during practice. And the harder I was on him, the more my the head coach respected me, and the more the other guys worked harder, almost in response to Eddie seeming to not quite be sure what to think about me.
I was terrified more than Jordan was of where this might go, only beat by how terrified I might be if it somehow stopped going. I quietly knew I was cocky, proud and arrogant, even if there might be some good reasons for some of it. But Coach Woods really was saving me. From myself, more than anything.
I really had no idea where this assistant coaching gig might go, but I was happy that my motivation was coming back a bit, even in this strange small town so far away from where I had grown up. And there seemed to be even more potential here than I could have hoped for, so I did my best to run with it.
As a kid, I was a wealthy black urban dude: smart, attractive, athletically gifted, and more (including well hung, to almost no one’s surprise). Somehow growing up in the city I was able to conceal my sexuality to the point that nobody cared as I grew up and grew closer and closer to the love of my life, Jamal, and we even seemed to sort out everything, despite it seeming impossible.
Coach and Vic wake up the morning after they had sex - and Vic is still hungry for daddy dick. He decides to serve Coach a nice round juicy bubble butt to eat for breakfast.
After discovering his father is Robert Durham slave and moved to their house, Josh realizes he has more in common with his father. A story full of cum, thongs and other streched holes.
flirtatious jabs and more behind-the-scenes nonsense. opportunities arise for the perfect cum dump. If Anthony continues this, his little secret will soon be out, but who would ever know?
Coach Tom's new assistant, the hunky Victor, was flirty and forward during his interview. So why is he acting so professional and distant now? Coach needs to get to the bottom of it - but is he playing right into the cocky jock's hands?