Page 55 of Gay Sex Club Collection

When Joey stood up, he barely came up to Coach’s shoulder. He sat on the edge of the desk in his cute little baseball outfit and cap. The nice bulge in his tight pants was unmissable.

Coach palmed it. “You do like it, dontcha, boy,” he said.

Joey nodded. “Yes. I’m sorry, but I do.”

Coach put his hands on Joey’s knees and spread his legs. “Then you’re gonna love this.” He pulled Joey to the edge, his legs spread, knees coming up, and Coach held him there, leaning over him. His cock slid between his open suit pants and Joey’s white baseball pants, and he kissed him. Rough and deep, his body twice the size of Joey’s, he covered him easily.

Joey began to rock his hips and he moaned as Coach’s tongue invaded his mouth. He whined, and Coach pulled back.

“You ready to get your first A?” he asked.

Joey nodded. “Yes, Coach.”

Coach reached into the desk drawer and pulled out some lube.

When Joey saw it, his eyes grew wide. “Sir? What are you going to do with that?”

Coach took Joey’s legs and flipped him over, his legs and arms flailing. Coach pulled him closer and brought his hips to the edge. “I’m gonna give you your first A,” Coach said. Then he pulled Joey’s pants down to reveal a jockstrap and a very small naked ass.

“Oh, that’s beautiful,” Coach murmured, pouring some lube down Joey’s crack.

“Coach,” Joey cried. “What are you... what are you doing?”

“I told you, boy. Didn’t you listen?” He held the base of his cock and rubbed it along Joey’s crack, smearing lube and tapping the head against Joey’s tight pink hole. “If you can take my whole cock, you get a B. If you can’t, you fail.

“Just a B? You said you’d give me an A. I need an A to pass, sir.”

Coach leaned over him, murmured in his ear. “Take my come and you get an A. Do you understand now?”

Joey nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes, sir.”

He pressed his cockhead in harder, not quite breaching him. “Do you want an A?”

Joey cried out. “Yes. But sir . . .”

“No buts about it, boy,” Coach said. “You either pass or fail.”

Then he pressed in, kinda slow, the head of his cock sinking in and slowly disappearing as Joey cried out.

Coach held Joey’s hip with one hand, pushed down on his back with his other, and sank in another inch. “Fuck, you’re tight, boy.”

Joey lifted his head, the strain on his neck evident as he screamed. He tried to kick his legs, but Coach was too big, too strong. He leaned over him, his lips at Joey’s ear as he pushed into him.

All the way. Balls deep.

Coach slid his right hand under Joey’s chest, up to his jaw, and lifted his head up. “That’s it. Good boy. Take it all,” he whispered. “Good boy.”

Joey’s hips came off the desk as Coach pushed into him, slow and deep.

“Coach, please,” Joey cried, his arms flailing, trying to find purchase.

“Shhh,” Coach murmured, holding Joey’s left arm down. “Just a little while longer. You’re almost done.”

Joey’s back arched with each deep thrust, his feet off the floor. “Coach,” he cried. “No.”

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