At one point when it was so powerful, Coach locked his lips over my cock and pulled the most prolonged continually bursting stream of protein that my body had ever produced, seemingly rivers of it. He smiled at me, and reminded me that this was why he had wanted me to save it earlier. He also produced a hot mouthful for me that was almost too much to swallow, but I tried and he was pleased with my effort.

I was sleeping when he burst into the room a bit later, and told me to hurry and get dressed and ready to go. The snowplow was heading down the road and we were going to follow in its tracks. It was exciting to think about leaving but disappointing that our little tryst was ending. In a few more minutes, we were the lead car just behind the snowplow that got us to back to the Interstate, where we got home before the next storm hit.

Another snowstorm never hit us, but that did not stop our contact. He continued to drive me to the away games and we got into the routine of taking side-road detours before getting home. Once we had found a deserted location where we felt private, we would unzip our pants and play with prick. He liked it as well as I did, for sure, but was always concerned that somehow I would slip up and tell someone but I never did.

Just as the season was winding down, and we both realized that our frequent contact was going to have to cut back, Coach was zipping up one night after a nice satisfying hot oral workout when he said he had a question for me that he would like for me to honestly answer. Of course I agreed. He was very calm as he said, “What if I told you that your Coach wanted to bottom for you, and wants that very, very much. Could you handle that?”

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