Tim had similarly dreamed of Chris sitting on his dick.Tim had similarly dreamed of Chris sitting on his dick. But that was for next time. Tim now stood up and stretched. He took his cum-soaked jock off and used it as a cloth to wipe down his hot body. He wouldn't wash it. Later, one whiff and he would be in ecstasy. Chris cleaned up in a similar fashion. These boys were whipped! They bent down and took off their shoes and turned to head for the showers. After their first liaison, the shower they took afterward, though only made up of soapy massage and warm embrace, was almost as powerful as the sex they had enjoyed. Coach Miller was standing about six feet away when they saw him. Needless to say, they were surprised. Coach Miller was a fantasy object for every male or female at their high school. He was 28, and when Tim considered the people he knew that he'd like to fuck, Coach Miller was the one. When Tim would try and wake up early, one thing that would get him going would be to fantasize about Coach Miller. He would get hard, get up, jerk off and start his day. He wasn't thinking about that now. They both were speechless. Coach Miller looked pretty steely. "Chris, put your gear back on and head home. Tim, go grab a towel. I want to have a word with you in my office." Tim went down and grabbed a gym towel that barely covered him. With a look back, Chris headed out. Coach Miller picked up Tim's jock and marched down to his office. |