He was taking it slow, too. Gay sex Then I heard a deep series of whimpers as the man came, deep in my ass for a second time, his body twitching and jerking on top of me. Coach Stanley wanted another kiss. Like, I wanted to give that experience to you.””Oh buddy,” he muttered, his eyes a little moist. “Maybe you think that’s fucked up, but I think that’s what made the fuck so good for me.”He took a deep breath, like he was trying to choose his words carefully. I can barely think right now,” I muttered, still catching my breath. I could tell he was still in thrall with the feeling of condom-less sex. “He and I are both into beer.” Coach Reynolds was the high school’s head football coach.I held up my glass. thanks for sharing it with me, Russ.””My pleasure,” I said.Ed had in his hand a bigger sized bottle of beer, which he opened. Even in his button-down, Ed looked relaxed with his sweats on.”Feel free to dig through my drawers to see if something will fit you.” His eyes swept up my body.
