The deeper voice resonated in Austin’s brain. Gay sex .”“But you’ve thought about it?”“Yes.”“With me?”“Yes.”“I’d be willing to pay you do be able to do it all,” Haines said, his voice low, husky. Through some form of mental telepathy, the coach was giving him directions on what to do and then what to do next. Even if you want to do me.”Austin had already made up his mind what he’d do if the coach approached him again—and it want to go further than they had already if that’s what the coach wanted.“Of course I want to do you,” the coach said, “What we did wasn’t really ‘doing it.’ There’s much more involved in doing it.”“Yeah, I know it wasn’t,” Austin said. Austin, not knowing what else to do, took the money.He turned his head toward the parking lot. Ride it. The mix of the pleasure, release, and fear in the man was almost palpable, coming across in telepathy.Austin’s thoughts were simpler. Love your tight little ass,” floated across the ether from him.“So big and thick. . “Get in or walk away. Sweet,” was conveyed to Austin.The young man moaned. I told you I’m sorry. Open to me, dammit.”“Sorry, So sorry.
