Everyone thinks football players aren’t like that. Gay porn I gripped his waist, then one hand slid up his back, fingers curling around his neck.He whimpered. But I kept my cool. He was moaning into the dirt, trying not to lose it already.I pressed against his prostate, and he jerked, groaning loudly.“Oh, fuck—Sir, I’m close…”“Not yet,” I growled.He looked over his shoulder, eyes wide and dark with need. Wanted a man to take charge of him. Despite having an ex-military guy for a dad, it was clear the kid hadn’t had someone really take charge of him in a while. My hand settled on the back of his head, guiding him, pressing just enough to remind him who was in control.I kept smoking, watching him work. “Did my dad ever… do the same? Then keep earning it. I’ve done well today.” He’d listened, really wanted it—and I was conflicted. “And I know what it means to give it to you. “To be honest, part of why I wanted to come was to spend time with you. When Mike asked me to take his delinquent son on a boot camp style trip, it was supposed to be simple—just a hard reset.
