During the first few weeks, I found myself impressed with Andrew. He worked tirelessly to improve his skills. I noticed that he wasn’t shy about asking questions and picking my brain about his technique.

I also noticed that the fine young twink was constantly checking me out—particularly when we were pumping iron in the gym. I had also caught him staring at my ass in the shower...not that I minded.

Then one afternoon, after a really intense practice, I decided to invite Andrew into the Coach’s lounge. Once there, I suggested that the hardworking kid relax and let me give him a massage. He smiled brightly.

We sat down together on a long, comfy sofa. I began to expertly knead Andrew’s neck, back and shoulders, and he groaned at my touch.

After a few minutes of this, I couldn’t help but notice that the boy was subtly rubbing his crotch. The athletic shorts that Andrew wore were technically a size too small, but he insisted on wearing them, and honestly, who was I to argue?

As the massage continued, the moaning twink leaned back into me. He casually touched himself—this time, I could plainly see that Andrew was at least semi-hard. I decided to allow my hands to roam over his lean chest and torso and he hummed in response.

I suggested that we take his shirt off. Reflexively, he removed it in an instant. His baby-smooth skin was soft as whipped cream, and just in response to seeing it, I felt my own arousal begin to stir. Soon, it was obvious that the eager athlete was getting more and more into it, so I suggested we take his shorts off.

Next thing I knew, Andrew was standing before me in just his baseball cap and skimpy white jockeys. Now the massage was evolving to straight up groping. Andrew was simply putty in my hands.

I grinned wickedly as it was clear now that all of that precious junk was really filling up the pretty twink’s jockeys–and swelling faster the more that I fondled him. I knelt down and grabbed Andrew’s boner; the solid boy-rod pulsed in my hand. I looked up at him, and he stared back at me with pure lust as he touched my bearded face.

I had heard some locker room chatter that Andrew had a liking for older guys with lots of body hair. Surely this was just horny boys talking amongst themselves, I thought. I would personally find this rumor to be an actual fact!

I slowly pulled his underwear down and grunted as his huge dick finally sprung free. I swallowed Andrew’s hairless cock in one giant gulp. I sucked him all the way down and he yelped with astonished delight when I rubbed my furry face all over his pubic area. As I tasted his space, I was so glad that he hadn’t showered yet.

After a good long meal of that, I finally stood and pulled my own shirt up. Andrew rose to his feet and immediately began to feel up my hairy chest and abs. He cooed and whispered that he loved my furry body.

What I really should have thanked him for was the wet, sloppy blowjob that this twink started to give me. Good Lord, the kid was great at giving head. His unique proficiency and tender finesse made me yearn to get on my back and spread my legs for him.

As though the up-and-comer could read my mind, Andrew stood and flung me back onto the sofa. He pushed my legs back and then his pretty twink tongue got lost in my daddy hole. Fuck yeah, this kid was going to be a star: on the field, with the coaches, with everyone on the team!

My experience told me that the boy was going to need to blow his load at some point soon, so I suggested that he move into another position. Well, “Mr. Timid” let me know straight away that he wasn’t done tasting my fuck tunnel.

Fact is, I would have bent over backwards to make sure this hungry athlete got all the daddy crack he could handle. It just so happens that I literally was bent way back so that my knees were behind my shoulders, touching the sofa cushion under me. Meantime, Andrew ate me out like a beast!

Intermittently, Andrew smacked my ass and kneaded my firm buttocks. The twink was feasting on my hole and moaning loudly each time he buried his face. I noticed that Andrew was working up a ton of saliva, because pretty soon he was spitting into my gaping hole every time that he would come up for air!

I looked back at the hungry stud and shot him my best “fuck-me-seven-ways-from-Sunday” glance. Andrew didn’t need to say anything, I knew that he had thought about what was going to happen next in his mind. Now we would see if my tireless attention and coaching prowess would pay off!

Andrew was trained by the best coaches on exactly how to utilize your natural talents to assist in scoring a goal. The studious boy called the play and then jammed his jock schlong into the tightest DILF ass crack that he ever could have hoped for.

The boy howled with an unhinged passion. I told the passionate playmaker to channel that wild desire into a massive, juicy cumshot, and that’s exactly what the young star top did! You should have seen the ropes of thick boy-wad that shot out of Andrew’s perfect twink cock. Spatter landed all over my thick, bristling chest hair…