The Coach Shoved His Huge Dick in My German Ass! He Came Deep.

had to prove myself.

Still there was something else simmering beneath the surface, something I didn't dare name.

Coach always seemed to notice me more than the others.

His eyes lingered when I stayed late after practice, sweat dripping down my skin.

He was older, stronger, a man who carried authority in every move.

Finally he called my name, Lukas.

Just hearing it from his lips made me stop in place.

I turned, panting, heart racing, harder than any sprint.

The look he gave me wasn't the one a coach gives a player.

I walked toward him slowly, unsure of what would happen.

The stadium lights hummed above, casting long shadows across the field.

My boots squelched softly against the damp ground, the sound oddly intimate, and all

the while, his eyes never left mine.

When I reached him, the silence pressed heavy between us.

Neither of us spoke right away, but the tension said everything.

I felt exposed, vulnerable, as if he could see straight through me.

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