The soft words were enough to harden Booker’s cock, and grabbing Tom by the hand, he pulled him into the bedroom. He watched with growing arousal as Tom removed his boxers and lay on the bed. As he quickly undressed, he could feel two dark, soulful eyes watching his every move, and a shiver of excitement brought goose bumps to his flesh. However, he knew he needed to be patient and let Tom set the pace. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten him by coming on too strong.
Now with the rhythmic thrust of Seacroft’s raw cock banging Mick’s hole, his older brother began assaulting Seacroft’s own asshole. At first, Bryan wailed until his own ass took over with longing desire.
“At practice, Coach was always shouting the word Dig!” (Ehrmann 2011, pg. 53)What coach doesn’t ask for their players to work harder, dig deeper, or strive? We all do. “But to Coach it always meant: Dignity, Integrity, and Grace.” (Ehrmann 2011, pg. 53). Joe Ehrmann’s book InSideOut Coaching is an amazing look into why coaches coach. My mind was blown. My book looks like a firework display of highlights, underlines, and notes. There are so many ideas in this short book my head swam. The book really made me question the what, why, and how I am coaching. His ideas and opinions are a game changer for me. I can relate to Parade Magazine’s assessment; Joe Ehrmann is “The most important coach in America.” upon completing the book. For me the D.I.G.
Jayden heard a familiar sound of spit lubing a cockshaft, then the sensation of his ass cheeks being spread open. Jayden’s cock oozed precum as he felt Jr’s cockhead push into his shaved asshole. Jayden’s ass lips swallowed the Greek cock without hesitation as their bodies met in a rhythmic thrust, skin-slapping-against-skin session.
His voice trailed off, his shame rendering his speechless. How could he explain the fear and confusion he’d felt the first time his brother had stroked his penis through his gym shorts? There were no words to articulate the titillating sensation pulsating through his groin, his body’s awakening fighting for dominance over the guilt and shame screaming inside his head. Eventually, his inner voice won the battle, and his mind took him to his happy place so he wouldn’t have to deal with the embarrassment. But by shutting down, he’d given Will the green light to proceed, and by the time his prepubescent mind had sorted through his conflicting emotions, he had no idea how to rebuff Will’s advances. Time moved forward, and he remained trapped in a cycle of escalating abuse, unable or unwilling to speak out in case he hurt his brother’s feelings. But all that had changed the moment Booker called him a freak, and although he hadn’t realized it at the time, the public humiliation was the wake-up call he needed to take control of his life. He had found his voice and finally said no...not that it had done him any good. His audacious rebellion had resulted in him spending two days chained to sink, and the sexual
The good Doctor Johnson spread Drew’s bubble cheeks and soon enough found his furry virgin hole. The hairs were moist and circled his rosebud manhole with intrigue. As if, attempting the Doctor to play with his ass.
Salvia drizzled from Philip’s mouth, which coated his cockshaft. Principal Reardon was ready as he sported an enormous erections. Philip grunted a thrust which logged his cock deep into Riccio’s asshole. Reardon saw his cock disappear within the muscular depth of Riccio’s buttocks.
The bulldogs must win this game in order to advance to the second round. Everyone is depending on Jay Book to get it done,and to bring home the state championship. Katie and Aislyn are clearly staring Jay down. I think he has noticed by now that he may have two love females that kind of have the googly eyes for him. I'm pretty sure at the end of the game he will say something to them,because I have never heard or saw,with my own eyes,Jay not talk to a girl. Especially if he thinks they’re cute.
Jimin’s mouth traveled up to your ear, his lips moving against the shell to whisper all the ways he wished to fuck you on one of your rare nights alone from the other six boys. Slowly, his voice changed from the slightly light pitch that you were used to, to a much deeper raspy sound. Somewhere deep down you found this sound sexier than the previous, but it didn’t fit that of your Jimin. Actually, none of these actions fit that of the normal Jimin that you loved and made him sexy in his own way. You were usually the one that needed to take charge in the bed, the one that brought breathy moans out of the other. You thoroughly enjoyed being a power bottom when it came to Jimin, especially since the other six boys were much more dominant than him.