“You’re a good guy. Gay porn I never felt more alive than when I was servicing real men. I savored each swallow, using my tongue to lick his shaft and my fingers to massage his balls.“I haven’t – fuck – been serviced like this in years,” Coach said in a murmur.That made me go down even harder, relishing each and every moan of pleasure this man made. Only his cock felt this good, the deep red pain combining with him hitting my inside so perfectly.“Thank you Master,” I moaned.He began to fuck me, a casual rhythm of ownership that I fell into instantly.“How’s it feel to be first team’s running back?” he asked.My eyes widened in glee, then he hit my spot, and I coo’d out a soft moan.“Pretty… good Master,” I said with a pained grin.“You know faggot,” Henry said, his deep baritone voice soaking into my brain. I had helped. He was like a fine wine I grew into. I should get up and put my clothes on. It was me.“What do you have to say?” Coach’s voice was low, dangerous.
