The New Coach

Rod Barry, Raphael Perez, and Aaron Wilde mutter complaints in the locker room, griping about Coach Miles pushing them to their limits during practice. The door swings open. Kevin strides in, face apologetic. 'Sorry, guys,' he says, rubbing his neck. 'The principal's breathing down my throat—wants results, wants us winning.' He pauses, eyes glinting. 'But I'm on your side. Let me show you.' With a sly grin, he unzips and pulls out his thick peace pipe, already half-hard and ready. The air thickens with heat. Raphael drops to his knees first, lips wrapping around Kevin's shaft, tongue swirling slow and deliberate. Aaron joins, zeroing in on Rod's uncut cock. He laps at the meaty foreskin, savoring its salty tang, the way it slides back to reveal the glistening head. Short, hungry sucks mix with deep throating. They trade off, mouths exploring every inch—sucking, rimming tight asses with wet, probing tongues, stealing heated kisses that taste of sweat and desire. Bodies slick and feverish, they chase the frenzy. Aaron stretches out on the bench, head tipped back as he engulfs Raphael's thick meat, cheeks hollowing with each pull. Rod and Kevin kneel close, fingers slick with spit, teasing and then plunging into Aaron's tight hole—two digits scissoring, stretching him open. Rod can't wait. He positions Aaron on all fours, grips his hips, and thrusts in deep from behind. Aaron gasps around Raphael's cock, body rocking with the rhythm. Nearby, Raphael lies flat, Kevin straddling him, sliding up and down that rigid prick—riding fast, ass clenching, moans echoing off the tiles. They grind and pound, sweat dripping, breaths ragged. Tension coils tight, then snaps. Explosive loads shoot—ropes of cum splattering chests, faces, the bench. Kevin slumps, grinning through the haze. The new coach? He's all in, balls-deep with his team.