Rough Play

Coach Tyler Riggz leans back in his office chair, eyes locked on Cal Skye and Sean Preston. 'You two lucky bastards made varsity,' he growls, voice thick with gravel. 'But luck's got nothing on grit. Prove you're dedicated. Show me who's hungrier to earn this spot.' The boys hesitate, cheeks flushing, but the fire in his stare ignites something raw. Cal drops first, knees hitting the floor, lips wrapping around the coach's thick cock, sucking with eager pulls. Sean joins, tongue tracing the heavy shaft, their mouths trading off in sloppy devotion. Riggz demands more—'Lick my hole, boys'—and they obey, faces buried between his muscled cheeks, tongues probing deep into that tight, musky ring. He's a relentless bastard, barking orders like thunder, but they surrender, bodies trembling with the thrill of submission. Then he pushes them together. 'Kiss. Touch. Suck each other dry.' Lips crash, hands roam over firm chests and hardening cocks, Cal's mouth engulfing Sean's pulsing length while Sean fingers Cal's ass. The air thickens with moans. Riggz watches, stroking himself. 'Fuck him, Cal. Make him take it.' Cal thrusts in, deep and unyielding, pounding Sean's tight hole until sweat slicks their skin. They switch, Sean claiming Cal with fierce rhythm, hips slamming home. Proved their mettle, these young studs—true team players, ready to sprint that extra mile for their coach.