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July 20, 2023 | Full Length Video : 16min 40sec
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After soccer practice, the plucky new tryout, Peter, invited the assistant coach Coach Blue to his dorm to relax. As the two fit-bodied jocks entered the dorm room, they laid back and chatted about the upcoming game.

Suddenly, Peter’s ...Read more...

Suddenly, Peter’s tone changed, darkened to a more thoughtful cadence. He relayed to Coach Blue that he’d noticed that his teammate, Milo Miles, had been getting a lot of one-on-one time and seemingly special attention from the other coaches. Not just extra time studying match film, but extra special sexual attention.

Coach Blue nodded in agreement. He’d noticed the same thing, as well. But he wasn’t too concerned by it. He assured Peter that since the young upstart had been showcasing his skills lately, it was only a matter of time until he was drowning in cock and cum.

Peter smiled brightly. But how soon is now, he wondered? At this point, Peter was clearly aroused by Coach Blue, and had all the confidence that a boy needs to take charge and lead. Peter told him exactly what was on his mind: he wanted to fuck his gorgeous, masculine coach.

With a twinkle in his eye, it took but a second for Coach Blue to consent.

The eager, hungry assistant coach peeled off Peter’s soccer uniform and inhaled the delicious aroma of the twink’s jockstrap. Then Coach Blue practiced his tongue-twirling, cock-pulsating moves on Peter’s aching playstick.

Peter gripped the bed sheets and arched his head back while moaning out loud. It was clear Coach Blue didn’t need much practice at giving head—the dude was a straight up Gold Glover when it came to errorless cock draining.

After lapping and teasing the bulbous end of Peter’s plaything, the crafty Coach Blue suggested they call an audible from the playbook: they should maneuver into position for a 69 play. That sexy call had both athletes pumped up and ready to show just how good teamwork always results in a score.

However, Peter impulsively decided that, aspiring one day to earn the role of team captain, he was going to show how he could really take charge and bring his ultimate desire to the finish line. This time, Peter called the next play: he instructed Coach Blue to pull those meaty thighs back and get ready to get filled! As the twink player drove his boy-shaft deep inside the coach’s tight hole, he gave it his all. His pure sportsman effort left his hunky coach moaning so loudly.

Peter, drunk with power, called yet another switch-up in formation. As if Coach Blue and Peter had been calling plays together for years, the older coach instinctively pistoned off his back and into the doggy-position. Peter grabbed his thick twink cock and aimed it at the tender hole of his intended target.

As Peter lunged forward with a triumphant cry, he buried himself deep inside of Coach Blue’s quivering ass. He thrust all the way to the hilt—a goal, a point scored. Both were reduced to wails of happy approval as Peter nailed his coach’s sweet-spot dead on with each talented thrust.

The perfect, thick, round bubble butt of Coach Blue had the young twink top in a panting, delirious daze. He expertly coached the starry-eyed wonderjock on the fine-tuned craft of how to size-up and soundly deliver his rhythm to any receiver he encountered.

All that coaching advice and the results that immediately followed caused Peter to announce a final, heart-racing lap to the finish line. Coach Blue white-knuckled the bed sheets with vigorous anticipation. He cheered the boy on, encouraging him to really hit that last stride hard.

And just as Peter exploded past the finish line, he quickly pulled out and shot his massive, juicy load all over the roaring coach’s beefy ass globes. Coach Blue’s moist fuckhole puckered and pulsated as if it was still hungry for the passionate athlete’s meat.

Lucky for Coach Blue, Peter’s rod was very much still rock-hard. He pushed his dick right back in and scored bonus points for the coach, for the team, and for himself.

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COLE BLUE

Cole is a little bigger than most of his peers. He's tall, muscular, and blessed with a big, meaty cock! Not only is he a solid athlete, but he's also completely gorgeous. Both boys and girls have been trying to sleep with him his whole life, and he has no complaints about it.

The more he spends time with the boys at his camp, the more he feels himself hungry for something more. As a counselor, he's used to being in charge and getting his cock sucked by anyone he wants. But being around young, twinky guys all day, he can't help watching them; imagining their legs thrusting their bulging meat into his ass, filling him up, and dominating his hole. He jerks off thinking about it all the time, ready for a little guy to take control and fuck him good!

Played by Cole Blue
PETER POUNDER

Peter Pounder has been working hard on his body since he got out of high school. His toned, slim body does not go unnoticed as he passes down the locker room. His nervous demeanor often gets trumped by his pure carnal instinct; once he finds something he likes, he will do everything to get it.

Played by Peter Pounder
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Peter Pounder

Peter Pounder: Chapters
1. New Recruit 18mn
Joining the college sports club has always been a top priority of mine. When I looked into which clubs were available, I knew exactly where I wanted to spend my free time after school. My choice had less to do with the sport itself, and more with its leader. I didn’t realize Coach Barrett’s club would be so hard to get into, initially. When I was waitlisted, I truly thought I wouldn’t be allowed to join the club. I was crestfallen—Coach Barrett had something about him —he was masculine and tough— but also seemed to have a tender, caring side when he interacted with athletes. I’ve never found myself being attracted to another man but I caught my eyes lingering a little longer on him than usual, longer than I had ever looked at any woman. I heard the other day that one of the team members was injured and wouldn't be able to continue with the club. Later that afternoon, I got a call to join—sucks for that guy, great for me! The only problem was I would have to play an away game with the team the following day. At that point I was just happy to be accepted, so I packed my socks and jockstraps and went on my way. I'll admit some of my gear was a little, shall we say, musky, but I was short on time! When we met, Coach Barrett announced we’d be sharing a room with a single bed due to last-minute scheduling conflicts. I was nervous, but also very excited. I remember thinking that I get to room with one of the coolest coaches ever and not only that, I get to sleep in the same bed as him! I knew that nothing would happen, of course, but just to be that close was nice… After the game, we all headed to our separate rooms and I started down the hall with Coach Barrett, my nerves took over and I fell silent. That didn’t last long, though; Coach's warm smile as he opened up our room for the night was like an invitation, like he knew I was nervous but would take good care of me. We’d had an intense game so we were both tired. As we plopped on the bed with all of our gear on I noticed some sweat trickling down the coach's neck. My eyes couldn’t help follow the path the sweat took; slowly it dripped down his entire neck, following the curves of his shoulder and finally disappearing down his shirt. I wondered if it was going to fall down to one of his tender nipples, or slip down his muscular, hairy chest, over his stomach, along his happy trail, then mix with the moisture around the bush near his sweaty cock. As I was lost in my thoughts, my cock started to rise involuntarily and I started to get nervous again. At that very moment Coach Barrett jumped up from the bed and said he was going to take a shower. He peeled off his shirt, revealing his hairy chest with a toned body and I knew there was no way I could take my eyes off him now. I even noticed that the sweat that dripped from his neck had settled on a group of sweat beads that formed near his nipple and suddenly I was thirsty. He was the sexiest man I’ve ever seen and my jaw almost dropped when his shorts fell to reveal his sweat-stained jock. His musk filled the air, and once I caught a glimpse of his cock and ass, my own cock almost ripped out of my jockstrap. As he showered, I had the courage to grab his jock and stuff my nose full of his scent. It was absolutely intoxicating; my erection ached in a way I had not felt before. It throbbed in my hand while I imagined my coach in the shower next door to me. As I stroked my thickening cock, I heard the coach turn off the shower. I knew he would be out soon, and frankly, I couldn’t wait to show him what I had in store for him...
2. Top Tryout 17mn
After soccer practice, the plucky new tryout, Peter, invited the assistant coach Coach Blue to his dorm to relax. As the two fit-bodied jocks entered the dorm room, they laid back and chatted about the upcoming game. Suddenly, Peter’s tone changed, darkened to a more thoughtful cadence. He relayed to Coach Blue that he’d noticed that his teammate, Milo Miles, had been getting a lot of one-on-one time and seemingly special attention from the other coaches. Not just extra time studying match film, but extra special sexual attention. Coach Blue nodded in agreement. He’d noticed the same thing, as well. But he wasn’t too concerned by it. He assured Peter that since the young upstart had been showcasing his skills lately, it was only a matter of time until he was drowning in cock and cum. Peter smiled brightly. But how soon is now, he wondered? At this point, Peter was clearly aroused by Coach Blue, and had all the confidence that a boy needs to take charge and lead. Peter told him exactly what was on his mind: he wanted to fuck his gorgeous, masculine coach. With a twinkle in his eye, it took but a second for Coach Blue to consent. The eager, hungry assistant coach peeled off Peter’s soccer uniform and inhaled the delicious aroma of the twink’s jockstrap. Then Coach Blue practiced his tongue-twirling, cock-pulsating moves on Peter’s aching playstick. Peter gripped the bed sheets and arched his head back while moaning out loud. It was clear Coach Blue didn’t need much practice at giving head—the dude was a straight up Gold Glover when it came to errorless cock draining. After lapping and teasing the bulbous end of Peter’s plaything, the crafty Coach Blue suggested they call an audible from the playbook: they should maneuver into position for a 69 play. That sexy call had both athletes pumped up and ready to show just how good teamwork always results in a score. However, Peter impulsively decided that, aspiring one day to earn the role of team captain, he was going to show how he could really take charge and bring his ultimate desire to the finish line. This time, Peter called the next play: he instructed Coach Blue to pull those meaty thighs back and get ready to get filled! As the twink player drove his boy-shaft deep inside the coach’s tight hole, he gave it his all. His pure sportsman effort left his hunky coach moaning so loudly. Peter, drunk with power, called yet another switch-up in formation. As if Coach Blue and Peter had been calling plays together for years, the older coach instinctively pistoned off his back and into the doggy-position. Peter grabbed his thick twink cock and aimed it at the tender hole of his intended target. As Peter lunged forward with a triumphant cry, he buried himself deep inside of Coach Blue’s quivering ass. He thrust all the way to the hilt—a goal, a point scored. Both were reduced to wails of happy approval as Peter nailed his coach’s sweet-spot dead on with each talented thrust. The perfect, thick, round bubble butt of Coach Blue had the young twink top in a panting, delirious daze. He expertly coached the starry-eyed wonderjock on the fine-tuned craft of how to size-up and soundly deliver his rhythm to any receiver he encountered. All that coaching advice and the results that immediately followed caused Peter to announce a final, heart-racing lap to the finish line. Coach Blue white-knuckled the bed sheets with vigorous anticipation. He cheered the boy on, encouraging him to really hit that last stride hard. And just as Peter exploded past the finish line, he quickly pulled out and shot his massive, juicy load all over the roaring coach’s beefy ass globes. Coach Blue’s moist fuckhole puckered and pulsated as if it was still hungry for the passionate athlete’s meat. Lucky for Coach Blue, Peter’s rod was very much still rock-hard. He pushed his dick right back in and scored bonus points for the coach, for the team, and for himself.
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