New Toy… Boy or Coach? - Part 2 {Athlete/Coach}

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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 fingers along the flesh below and occasionally making landfall to tease both nipples that got harder with each passing. His hands continued to play while Allen now laid his head in Coach Tomkins’ lap. His cheek came into contact with the fabric of his pants. Today that material was denim.
The next thing he felt was the hot and hard mass that was his cock. Allen closed his eyes as he took in his first breath. Then he slid his face along, across and in circles along the trapped appendage.
Coach Tomkins’ eyes were also close. He was slowly losing control of his breathing. His mouth emitted jerking cries when his nipples were flicked, pinched, or dragged under a nail. Once he felt Allen’s face in contact with his crotch any objections he had against his show of abilities could no longer be heard if they were still present at all. He kept his hands and arms where they had been when he was facing Allen before he brought their bodies into contact. One hand rested on his desk, The other one still held on the back end of the armrest on its side of the chair. But once Allen’s hands had moved to commit assault on his person, he had taken over the whole armrest and was currently gripping it tightly as he felt himself being pulled closer to an ejaculation in his pants. 
As the idea of that happening brought him close to the event, he realized that he couldn’t let that happen. Too many questions with no answers to be given would be asked later at seeing him in such a state.
“Suck me,” he managed to breathe out. He still didn’t touch Allen even as he made this request.
“I think that will have to wait,” Allen said much closer to Coach Tomkins’ face than he was expecting. His eyes shot open to see clear brown ones looking back at him. “I remember you saying something about a practice and I’m already late. Also,” he slightly drew out. “I don’t know if I have the right to lay lips on you yet,” he ended with a grin that showed he knew he had won. 
“Fuck…” Coach Tomkins moaned as his eyes closed and he tried to stop himself from coming in his pants as Allen’s fingers now focused on his nipples alone. “Fine,” Coach Tomkins said as he gave in. “Yes. Please,” he quickly added as he once again tried to save his clothing, some of his dignity and to find out if the promise of Allen’s mouth was half as great as his fingers. 
— End of Part Two—

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