OFM Lust: The Longest Yard Between My Legs
I’m so glad I’m the T.A. this semester. I really love this university, and I definitely picked a good one to go to because their science program is one of the best in the country. But even though I love helping Mr. Henderson with his class I hate that I’m left cleaning the classroom after every time we do an experiment. Great, some components got onto the window, and I guess I do windows.
As I started to wipe the window, I noticed that the university has a new head coach of the football team. He looks a little young to be a head coach. Maybe they picked him because all he could do was throw a ball really well, but I wonder if he could spell quarterback. He can’t even seem to keep his shirt on after practice. After every practice, he sticks around and runs around the field a handful of times. I must say, he has such a beautiful body. You can totally tell he works out a lot, and his abs look like they could be the visual aid to Newton’s third law. “In the third law, when two objects interact, they apply forces to each other of equal magnitude and opposite direction.” The curvature of each pair of abs seems to be applying force to each other and their surroundings.
Suddenly he was gone, and I’m not sure where he went. How long was I looking out the window just now? I could tell he made my player stand at attention. I slid my hand down my pants to give my player a massage after practice. That coach was so sexy. I may not know much about sports, but I know I’d love to be in a huddle and not wear anything with him anytime.
I heard a slight cough and quickly turned around and pulled my hand out of my pants. There he was, the head coach, standing in the classroom doorway. He was now wearing a tank, but it seemed to be drenched in sweat, and he had a small towel around his neck. I’m not sure how it was possible, but he’s even more beautiful up close. I wondered why he didn’t say anything; then I could tell he was staring at the erection I forgot I had. I quickly walked up to the closest workstation to hide the cause of my embarrassment.
I couldn’t believe that just happened. I glanced down and noticed Mr. Head Coach was packing a massive goal post between his legs. I realized I was staring again… I introduced myself and he informed me he was Mr. Roberts, the university’s new head coach, but he gathered I knew that part, as he motioned towards the window. I told Mr. Roberts that I was Mr. Henderson’s T.A. this semester, since it was my last year, and he told me he was glad to hear I wasn’t a freshman.
He locked the door behind him and walked over to me. He looked out the window for just a moment and said I definitely had a great view from here. He placed his hand over my crotch and said based on my current erection, I clearly enjoyed the view. My heart rate began increasing heavily.
He asked if I wanted him to stop, and all I could muster up was a shaky “No.” He pulled my hand and placed it over his crotch. It was now bulging so much he was leaking through his shorts—It was so hot to know I could turn him on so much. He unzipped my pants and pulled them down, along with my underwear, with fierce urgency.
He walked me backward a couple of steps, whipped me around, and lightly nudged me to bend over, causing me to prop my hands onto the wall. He got onto his knees and started sliding his tongue into my hole. Being rimmed by Mr. Roberts was so exhilarating my eyes were almost rolling back. He started using his fingers and totally knew his way around there. It felt like he was writing down a chemical equation or a new, intense version of a Hail Mary play.
He stood up and yanked off his shorts and jock. He lifted me up and set me down on one of the tables, and I was thankful it was one I cleaned. Mr. Roberts placed my legs over his shoulders and pulled me closer to the edge. He leaned down and made out with me. Kissing him felt like the kisses you dream about from movies, the kind of kiss you feel even after you’re done kissing.
He spit a bunch into his hand and spread it over his cock and into my hole to help lube it up. He then got a bit more spit into my hole as he started to work it with his fingers. The more he worked it, the more he’d slowly add another finger. Even though I was experiencing the kind of pleasure I couldn’t remember ever having before I hoped he wasn’t planning on using all his fingers. He got up to three fingers and started to tease my hole with the head of his cock.
He pulled his tank over his head but not all the way off, and I could now see up-close how amazing his body was. He helped me pull my shirt off and looked slightly pleasantly surprised. I asked him, “What?” and he said, “It’s a shame you keep your body hidden underneath that shirt.” He told me he loved the shape I was in and really loved how hairy I was. He started thrusting harder, and my head flung back as I moaned “Mr. Roberts!” so loud that the freshman could’ve heard me across the quad. To help me not be too loud, he started kissing me as he kept thrusting.
Sweat was completely covering both of our bodies, and he told me he was getting close. As soon as he said that, I told him so was I! I never even touched my cock, but it was as hard as a rock. I was about to start stroking, and I paused as I shouted “OH MY GOD… I’m cumming!” As I said that he thrusted harder and faster and said he was cumming too. I could feel him release inside me with every shake and with every orgasmic shake I was still having, he could feel me tighten around his cock.
He smirked and told me, “Thank you for the extra workout.” I laughed and said I was surprised he’d be into me, and he gave me a confused look as he was catching his breath and asked me why. “Well, you’re the head coach of a football team, and I’m a bit of a nerd and focus on science.” He let out a loud laugh and pulled me close and kissed me. He looked me in the eyes and said he didn’t major in football; it was actually science on a football scholarship. Damn, I didn’t think he could get hotter. I was wrong.
