I guess I’m pretty confident when it comes to making moves on men. I used to be painfully shy, but then I realized that if you feel sexy, you are sexy, regardless of who you are or what you look like. This particular revelation changed every aspect of my life and I’ve never looked back.
I’ve had my eye on Coach Marko for some time now. He’s everything I find attractive in an older man; he’s tall, hairy, and bearded… and that stocky body! His ass is like a boulder! I was more than a little excited when I learned that he’s into dudes.Once I’d set ...[Read more]
Once I’d set my sights on Coach Marko, things went according to plan: I asked for his advice on improving my fitness levels, and told him I’d love to have a one-on-one training session with him. The next thing I knew, we were in his office, leaping about like a pair of insane kangaroos, sweating through hardcore, high-intensity workouts: all the while taking every opportunity to check each other out.
I don’t really remember how it all kicked off. But suddenly, our blood-pumping workout pushed us together — we were kissing and it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
He had my dick out of my shorts in no time at all, and he seemed pretty impressed by what he found stuffed inside my jock.
I guess the one thing I’ve always known is that my dick is considerably above average size. If a guy likes the way I look and kiss, then I know he’s gonna love my dick!
I could tell that Coach was trying to figure out if he could take it. I gave his firm, muscular butt a little squeeze, just to make it clear that I understood the direction we were heading… and what I wanted. I love the crazy power-reversal which kicks in when I get to top one of my coaches. Suddenly, I’m calling the shots and putting him through his paces! It’s a pretty awesome feeling.
Marko dropped to his knees and started to give me head. His lips were soft, he sucked like a pro — Coach has had some practice, for sure. It was all I could do to prevent myself from nutting there and then.
I threw him onto the couch and pushed his legs up. His entrance opened before me, and I gave it the once-over with my tongue, alternating between his full balls and enticing hole. I squatted between his legs, lined myself up and pushed my rock-hard tool into him.
I fucked him mercilessly. It became something of a game, I guess, to see how fast I could thrust into him before he started howling. But he took me like a man, gritting his teeth and daring me to pummel him with even more aggression.
I was quite surprised (but secretly pleased) when he suddenly threw me onto the couch and pushed my legs back. It turns out that there’s a limit for how long a big, hulking guy like Coach Marko is prepared to take the bottom bunk. Within minutes, he was fucking me, pushing that massive, thick rod of his deep inside my ass. He thrusted it in and out of me like some kind of machine until I was cross-eyed and gasping for mercy.
We flip-flopped like a pair of horny bucks. I banged him. He banged me. We took it in turns to prove who was the most virile in a visceral, carnal, lust-filled fight for supremacy. I don’t know what came over me. Competition consumed us—I completely lost control. I’m not sure I could have stopped if I’d wanted to.
He closed his eyes in pure ecstasy, breathlessly murmuring words of encouragement while jerking himself into oblivion. I pulled out and wrapped my lips around his dick. He shuddered, then exploded into my mouth. I swallowed his thick, salty load—protein for our post workout…