I’m pleasantly surprised to see that the jockstrap I left behind worked its magic because when I return soon after, Grant has that adorable smile buried deep in my underwear. It forces my cock to throb as stiff as a baseball bat as I peel back my towel to reveal my hardened member. With very little encouragement he slides to the edge of the couch, still groping his own dick through his shorts as a look of longing comes over him, instinctively reaching out to touch my hard on. Of course, I can’t stop him from wrapping his lips around my swollen mushroom head as he greets my erection with a lustful twinkle in his eyes. Now comes the moment all the boys wait for: I position myself on the sofa with my ass high in the air, my meaty cheeks coming apart like a bun preparing for a Fenway Frank to fill its empty crevice. Grant’s hands come down on either side of my ass as his tender lips begin to worship my big ass in ways that leave me groaning. The twink top stands up as my mouth devours his big dick, my eyes beaming up at him, loving being used by such a hot young stud. I return to doggie position and wait with bated breath as Grant lines himself up to penetrate his coach’s hungry hole…
