“Damn, Coach, that was great.” “Don’t I know it.” I breathed. “Coach Yates!” boomed a barely recognizable deep voice. Gay sex My insides burned, I gritted my teeth and white knuckled the edge of the counter. Finally, the head popped down my throat, but the girth rubbed against my teeth and he grunted, relenting and pulling out. I could feel my rock hard cock leaking against the cabinets below me. My insides burned, I gritted my teeth and white knuckled the edge of the counter. I was clean-shaven and had a nice auburn tan from coaching outdoors. When my breathing returned to normal and I opened my eyes again I could feel myself relaxing a little bit. It must have been the coach whom I was an assistant under before I became a head coach. I complied without thought. He’d always had a two track mind, grades and sports, so I knew he was working his ass off up at State.
