I’m Coach’s Favorite {coach/student}
I was the one that stepped up and got on my knees when he pulled that monster out of his shorts. Why wouldn't the other guys not want some of this? Why wasn't I fighting for a chance to just lick the skin covering his balls? Why was I the only one looking up at this cock and the man in possession of the perfection that was in contact with my tongue as I dragged my way up it one taste bud at a time? I turned to look back at the other guys for a moment and saw a number of tented singlets about ten feet away as they watched on. As I slipped my mouth over the head of Coach Kent’s hot cock I wanted to believe that they weren’t ready for a man’s dick. That his size intimated them. I opened my mouth wider as I pushed my way down his shaft. They were too scared to try and wanted to stick with the smaller dicks that their classmates and jerk off pals possessed. Even as that thought crossed my mind, I knew it wasn’t fair to some of them. Ron was loyal to his boyfriend. Trevor was stil...