I’ve been hearing through the grapevine that one of our athletes had been a little unmotivated as of late. When I found out the jock in question was Jack Andram, I knew there would be a private session in our future. Having dealt with this boy before, I knew exactly how to capture his attention. I called him in. As we went over a few items for him to improve on, I could see why the other coaches were having difficulties. His eyes were glued to his phone—an instant red flag. So, naturally, I took his phone from his hands, only to discover that this long standing distraction was porn. Gay porn. From the screen smiled a stud pumping his long cock. I looked at Jack’s phone, half in shock and half in curiosity. “Do we need to get you off?”, I asked him. Seeing him sitting there in his small shorts, long socks and a thin t-shirt reminded me of the last time we had a private training session. The smell of sweat coming off his body and slightly damp t-shirt was enough to keep me distracted. Placing myself in his shoes, I suppose I’d get distracted too—what with constant close contact with our mature coaches and highly active members. “Yeah,” he said with nervous anticipation. He moved his body towards me. Suddenly, we were together; he tasted like gatorade as his tongue swirled in my mouth. He savored me. I found myself almost salivating, remembering the last time he rammed that perfectly thick cock of his into my unflinching hole. He rested his whole body on my lap as we started undressing each other. My huge hands traced the slender muscles of his lean body, following the lines of sweat starting to form during our session. My hand instinctively grabbed his cock through his shorts; he was already rock-hard just by being in close contact with me. I couldn’t help thinking how disproportionate his huge cock was to the rest of his slender body. I was consumed by the thought of him inside me, ramming his cock over and over until my hole was completely used. The anticipation alone almost put me over the edge, so I expedited the process. I dug my hand under the waistband of his shorts and secured Jack’s solid cock. My patience grew thin as I pushed it out from the side, not bothering to completely undress him from the sweaty strap. His own nethers bounced up and down once freed of the cage. His pheromones filled the air and my instincts became nothing short of carnal. The next moments are hazy; all I can remember was that I fully gave up my hole to Jack. It was his. He owned it and he could do absolutely anything he wanted to it. He pushed his huge cock in with the force of a world-class athlete. The feeling of him exerting himself into me will be forever imprinted in my mind as I lay in bed every night going forward. Jack’s moaning broke my trance. He grew louder as his pumping became quicker, harder. His cock hit the walls of my hole and, with one big grunt, I could feel the pressure of his load filling me up. He blasted until his juice spilled out from the entrance. I overflowed with his hot young seed. It served as further lubricant as he pushed himself back inside me for one last thrust. At this point, I can tell that distractions are something Jack shouldn’t work on alone. In fact, I think we can solve his attention issues together…
