He looked down at his hand as it rubbed over the large mass where his shaft was, then lifted his eyes to look at my bulge.We made eye contact again as we rubbed ourselves, both uncertain of what would happen next.Finally, I moved toward him, our noses nearly touching. His large, dry lips and piles of whiskers titillated me. Gay porn I was standing there half-listening, half-thinking about my state of undress in the office of the coach I’d privately nutted-to several dozen times since joining the team.“Fuck,” he abruptly growled, interrupting himself mid-sentence. We chatted for a bit that day, but neither of us being especially talkative we didn’t share much more than platitudes about the upcoming game and how important it was to, “train hard.”A year or so following that introduction, I’d since made the university football team that he’d spearheaded seemingly forever. I was surprised he even knew it, I was so used to the absurd sound of “P.B.”He looked away and then returned to my chest a few more times. I must have squirted into him a couple dozen times. I pulled my jock back on, pulled my football shorts up and all the while watched as my cum slowly trickled out of his hole.He shuddered and wobbled and
