The Coach's Boys

Steam curls through the locker room showers as Tanner Reeves, Scott Davis, and Kevin Kramer strip down and step under the hot spray. Soap slicks their toned bodies, hands roaming freely in a heated tangle of masculine hunger. They surrender to the rhythm, grips tightening, breaths ragged. From the shadowed doorway, Coach Scott Hardman watches, unseen, his fist pumping his thick shaft with slow, deliberate strokes. He savors every flex and groan, eyes devouring the slick spectacle. Scott and Kevin climax first, their releases spilling hot and urgent across the tiles. That's when the coach steps in, voice cutting through the haze like a whip. 'Out,' he commands, eyes locked on Tanner. Scott and Kevin towel off and vanish, leaving the air thick with tension. Now alone with the muscled wide receiver, Coach Hardman wastes no time. He presses Tanner against the wall, feverish and commanding, ready to teach a private lesson in taking it wide. Their bodies collide in a frenzy—lips crashing, hands clawing, cocks grinding. Tanner yields, then pushes back, as the coach drives deep, pounding with relentless fury. They fuck like beasts unleashed, lost in sweat-slicked ecstasy, every thrust a raw claim.