Within seconds, Coach Cox’s nervous, trembling hands were pulling down the boy’s shorts and underwear, giving him a view of Jack’s cock. Even only half hard, the meaty member was thick and veiny, warm to the touch, and silky smooth. His heavy nuts hung low between his legs, tempting Cox to reach out and touch them. He gave them a gentle squeeze as his mouth closed in on his shaft, taking it to the back of his throat as he exhaled.

Cox closed his eyes. It felt so good. And the boy tasted amazing. He breathed through his nose, not wanting to let his lips let go of Jack’s manhood. He couldn’t believe he was doing it, but now that he’d tasted his cock, he didn’t want it to stop.

Jack watched as the older man worshipped him. He felt himself get harder with each gulp of his shaft, moving to the back of his throat and getting devoured. He pulled his shirt over his head, giving his coach the chance to see his smooth, toned, athletic frame. His flat stomach and firm chest were absolute perfection, making the older man’s cock practically burst out of his shorts.

As much as Cox could have worshipped his shaft and nuts all day, Jack had other plans. Pulling down the older man’s shorts, the jock asserted his control of the situation, directing his coach on all fours and to show his hole. Cox felt his heart race, thrilled and stunned by the young man’s dominance. Jack was definitely no first timer when it came to fucking an older man.

Jack stroked his cock, spitting on the tip to get it good and wet while playing with Cox’s ass. It was smooth and round, well developed and hungry. Coach Cox arched his back, indicating his desire even as his head remained somewhat conflicted. He knew he shouldn’t, but being so close to being penetrated, he didn’t have the strength or will to stop it.