New Toy… Boy or Coach? - Part 2 {Athlete/Coach}
The coach didn’t say anything but just watched him until he started to round the desk. Then his eyes repeatedly darted from the advancing male to the door that he didn’t think was locked. “Locking coach doors behind me has become a necessary habit of mine,” Allen said as he placed both hands on each of the armrests of the chair Coach Tomkins sat in. He leaned in close and brush the sides of their clean shaven cheek and jaws before Allen pressed his body into the coach’s before sliding down to end up kneeling down between his spread legs. His hands closed in on his waist and pulled his shirt up reviling a well-muscled stomach. Nothing as over ambitious as a six pack, but he had definition and was firm beneath the treasure trail of black hair that grew more abundant the higher he looked. His nipples were like naked flesh islands surrounded by a sea of black curls. Allen’s played in them. Twining his fingers in the curls, raking his f...