Tales From The Locker Room 2

Colton Reece, the freshly benched football stud, drops to his knees in the coaches' office, eyes locked on Max Konnor and Beau Butler. He needs this spot back—badly. His mouth waters as he takes both thick cocks deep, swallowing them whole, lips stretched wide. The air thickens with grunts and the wet slide of flesh. They switch it up, trading hungry sucks, tongues tracing veins, balls tightening under eager attention. Max moves first, pinning Beau's lush, rounded ass against the desk. He thrusts in raw, bare skin slapping bare skin, stretching that hairy hole wide. Colton watches, stroking himself hard, then steps up. They tag-team the beefy coach—Colton pounds deep from behind, his rigid shaft claiming every inch, while Beau's mouth engulfs Max's ten-inch beast, throat working overtime. Sweat beads on their bodies; Beau moans around the girth, ass clenching like a vice. It's too much. Colton's control snaps—Beau's tight, furred grip milks him dry. He pulls out and erupts, hot ropes splattering across Beau's naked chest and abs, marking the man like territory claimed. Beau drops to his knees beside Colton, sandwiched between his mentors. Max and Beau tower over them, stroking furiously. They unload together, thick spurts of coach cum coating Colton's face in a sticky mask, sealing his vow to the team.